I think I would like a pet rat, again. I wouldn’t be allowed, here, though. I remember the first mouse I ever got, I kept him in two washing baskets stickytaped together, his name was “A Piece of Fluff.” I had him for 3 years, and by then had multiplying dozens. he grew terribly overweight, would fill up my whole palm, and eventually died when he got stuck in the door of one of the mouse-houses.
the first rat I ever got was Oliver. I put him in the same tank as my mice, not knowing that rats eat mice. I could hear them screaming all the way downstairs, by the time I reached my room he’d killed a whole litter of baby mice who’d just grown their fur. he died the same day as Fluff, just because it was so hot.. it was 40something degrees. I was at Alison Ashworth’s house all day, when I came home I dropped some food in his tank but he didn’t get upp. Kiana Stoehr’s rat had gotten pregnant by him, so she gave me two of their babies. then, when I moved to Brisbane, I set them free by the creek. they probably died that same day.
I can’t remember the name of the rat I had in america. oh, in Freshwater I had one who looked just like Oliver, but wasn’t as friendly.. he’d bite sometimes. I think his name was Samson, because I had a guinea pig called Delilah. I can’t remember what happened to him.. probably Putty ate him. I know he ate Delilah. 🙂
(2days later: the American rat was Geezer. I didn’t remember at first because I didn’t name him.)