I never wanted a rat for a pet before, but my boss asked me if I would like a cute little mouse. The mouse was in a cage with a snake for two days, but the snake didn't feel well and didn't want to eat him. I said yes, I felt bad for him because it must have been very traumatic to be in a snake cage for two days. He turned out to be an albino rat. I was afraid of him at first. I couldn't even sleep with him in the room, but I got over that quickly. Harry, grew on me. I would bring him hotcakes from work, his favorite food. He would rip them from my hands like he never saw food before. I would let him run around my room at night. I learned that the term pack rat is true when I saw my headphones go under my bed. I looked and found a pile of stuff I was missing, he even had my health insurance card. Now when I see rats at the pet store, i think of Harry and smile. He passed away too, maybe he is playing with skittles in rat heaven.
Reply With Quote
Bookmarks