| | | gentlemen and ladies,
in the past i have had the great pleasure of sharing my living space with 4 rats.
fantastic pets they are.
sorta like the monkey of the rodent family.
my first rat Theakston one night escaped from her home and wandered the flat while we slept a drunken slumber. i was rudely awakened come the morn by the lass, weeping as she had found poor wayward Theakston floating in the toilet.
her explorations had come to a seemingly tragic end.
but no!
for adventurous Theakston had exhausted herself trying to climb up the oh so slippery sides of Armitage Shanks finest.
as we held her in a towel to dry her fur, conversing upon how best to honour her death, she gave a small rat sigh.
Huzzah! the rodent lived!
from that day on she became incredibly attached and attuned to us.
one fateful night when a close relative had passed on, i sat in my rocking chair, and the fine rat came and lay upon my lap, letting me stroke her soft coat.
never before or after have i found a beast that could judge my mood so well.
(why the hell am i typing like this? must be the damn antifreeze the local shop sells for wine...)
anyway, rats are damn cool pets. you lot ever taken care of one? |
|
|
