Cage Changes

Now who ever said that bigger is better? Oh ya, Ma... you did! But she went ahead and shorten our cage. We used to have a triple FN, you know, 3 levels high but she brought it down to 2 levels. Of course that is still plenty of space for us but now we've lost the very top. Ok, sure, so now since the change, many of the rats have been living in the bottom part. I don't really know why but they seem to prefer the bottom now. I, myself like both parts. They each have their comfort zone. But one good thing, since many of the rats have decided to settle in the bottom part, there's much more space at the top. Sometimes though, I sneak downstairs to go and cuddle up with Sophie and Radar.

So what's the real reason for a cage change? Ma said it was high time that Prue and her girls got their one level FN too. Oh I'm sure Prue and the girls were thrilled to get our top level. I'm sure they are enjoying their massive floor space, the extra toys in the care... At first when I found out that the girls were going to get it, I thought: SWEET!!! cause I know a few of those girls can go through the bars, I knew we'd be getting some night time visits. heehee but Ma pulled a fast one on us. She put up bars on the other FN. So now Noodle can't get through and come play with us. Which I guess should make Sophie and Nessie quite happy cause those two girls are just not happy with Prue and the girls. In fact, when it's out time, Sophie saunters over to enemy camp and tries to claim it back as hers. Silly Sophie.

Oh btw... I heard a rumour, talk of new baby rats. I knew Ma couldn't resist more of us. *wink*

Goodbye Isabelle

There has been much sadness here in our cage. On Thursday, May 15th, we found our Isabelle gone. She was like our dorm mother. She made sure we stayed in line, didn't fight with each other and respected the others. Isabelle came to us with Radar. She was protective of him but she really kept to herself unless she had to come and discipline some of us. She really was a pretty girl, a few days shy of being 24 months old.

I don't understand why she had to leave us. We really do miss her. It's been very quiet around here since it happened and Ma won't stop crying.

We will miss you always Isabelle...

Gramps got spunk!

Besides us in the house, Ma also has what we call the old folks home. There are at least 3 old dudes there, they are like ancient, ...100 years old. Ok, so I'm exaggerating, they are 37 months old, these guys have been around before the Harlan blocks. I know, shocking! I can't imagine not having my Harlan blocks. So anyway these old guys get their out time too, they waddle about, some sliding across the floor using only their upper body strength. We all get to the bottom of our FN and we laugh at them. I know it's not nice but what do you expect, we are rats. Usually Gramps, also known as Pascal will come crawling right up to us. He just sits there and snickers at us. We all puff up and dare him to come close enough for us to touch him. He doesn't though, he stays a safe distance and he just sits there putting all his scent around our cage like as if he is all that. Of course that gets a few of us really riled up, his scent around our cage, he's got nerve, he's got ba... um, attitude.

So a few days ago, same thing was going on, we were heckling, laughing and egging him on, finally most of us left cause he was just sitting there like a log, appearing to have dozed off. When all of a sudden, the old man backs up his hind end, gets in between our bars almost right on our fleece and he lets out the biggest wizz I've ever seen. We were in shock! We were frozen in place and by the time we snapped out of it and started to run back downstairs to pull his hair right out of his butt, he had sauntered back to safe distance with that silly proud grin on his face. Man, I'll tell ya, I hope I've got half his spunk when I'm his age with one foot in the grave.