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I'm just now remembering that I promised you folks rat pictures back in December. Go me.
Old picture is old, from an entire cage ago. Their current living setup is much bigger than that, and I scrapped my television entirely and even bought a new stand to make room for it.
Verity, shown here trying to escape my hand. She has a tendency to bite anything poked through the cage bars, but once she's out of the cage she's an utter lovemuffin for a girl rat. When I let them out for playtime, she spends half her time on my shoulder, pawing at my face.
Martha Jones, peeking over my shoulder. Yes, named for the badass NewWho companion, and rightly so. Martha is my little explorer; let her loose and she's off like a shot into some corner you never expected her to find. And if there's anything interesting in that corner, like a pen or a seed or a scrap of paper, it must be picked up and carried off to a different corner. One of my knitting counters has a little set of toothmarks in it now because I took my eyes off her for half a second. Between that and the ends of my bamboo needles, the rats like my knitting almost as much as I do.
Old picture is old, from an entire cage ago. Their current living setup is much bigger than that, and I scrapped my television entirely and even bought a new stand to make room for it.
Verity, shown here trying to escape my hand. She has a tendency to bite anything poked through the cage bars, but once she's out of the cage she's an utter lovemuffin for a girl rat. When I let them out for playtime, she spends half her time on my shoulder, pawing at my face.
Martha Jones, peeking over my shoulder. Yes, named for the badass NewWho companion, and rightly so. Martha is my little explorer; let her loose and she's off like a shot into some corner you never expected her to find. And if there's anything interesting in that corner, like a pen or a seed or a scrap of paper, it must be picked up and carried off to a different corner. One of my knitting counters has a little set of toothmarks in it now because I took my eyes off her for half a second. Between that and the ends of my bamboo needles, the rats like my knitting almost as much as I do.