Rat stories and poetry

             "The Problem With Rats"

                    Why do rats always have cold feet
                    And want to use you for some heat?
                    Why do they go burrowing down your top
                    Even in public when you're yelling "stop!"?
                    Why do they always chew
                    Anything thats brand new?
                    Why do they play, tumble and fight
                    Keeping you awake half the night?
                    Why do they stash their nutriblocks
                    Acting like they are running out of stocks?
                    Why does their litter go flying and splayed
                    So Mummy will have to be their maid?
                    Why is the food on your plate their wish
                    Even if you've already filled their dish?
                    Why do they eat everything, vege or fruit?
                    Can you please tell me why they're so DARN CUTE? :D

                                                            25/8/02

 

 

                    An example of the love from a rat - Ruby

                    When Ruby was only a few months old I had her in an aquarium on shelves by my bed.

                     Late one  night I was fast asleep and felt something on my shoulder. I woke up to find something

                     furry jabbing me in the neck There was Ruby, prodding me with her little nose, wanting to play :)

                     She had escaped from her tank, climbed down all the shelves to bed-level and woken me up.

                    How could a mummy resist such a cute baby? :> To this day I have no idea how she did it as the

                    lid was firmly on and things hadn't been tipped over on the shelves.

 

                    Locke goes missing

                    When Locke was about 6 months old she was playing with me on the bed and took a flying leap

                    off. The room I had had a walk-in wardrobe as well as an en-suite bathroom. I searched high

                    and low for her all over the room. Often if you sit quietly the rats will come out of their hiding

                    place. But there was no Locke. Eventually I gave up searching and went to sleep for the night. I

                    woke up, couldn't hear or see her, and went to get dressed. In my wardrobe I had left my

                    drawers slightly ajar and when I pulled out my underwear drawer there I found Locke, curled up

                    in amongst my undies, having only nibbled a small hole in one singlet. She'd found somewhere that

                    smelled like Mum to go to sleep where she must of felt safe in a scary new place :)

 

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