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Pet rats are not what most people expect. Smart, cuddly, and wildly funny to watch. Sure, I've thrown my share of bricks and lead pipes at the wild Norway rats that destroy things but domestic rats are much different. For instance, they act nothing like cats or dogs. What they do act like are small monkeys, especially when you catch them flying off the bars of their cage onto the roof on their plastic igloo, then are treated to a performance of them dancing on their hind legs with their front feet in begging position demanding, "Where are the treats? We want the treats now!"

Each rat has his or her own personality. Right now I have two Rex/Hairless fancy rats named Bob & Doug. Bob is sociable to people, is always first in line for snacks, throws food when he's in a bad mood, and while he loves peanuts & pumpkin seeds, despises dried papaya. Bob, on the other hand, is shy and tubby, is convinced that any hand picking him up must be an agent of evil (therefore wimpering any time you gently take him out from under the desk), and will not touch the pumpkin seeds while stuffing his cheeks so full of dried papaya and pineapple he looks like a chipmunk. My previous rat, Steve (now deceased), enjoyed riding around on my shoulder and would wear a little, rat sized bandana around his neck. Bob & Doug believe fabric is to be shredded and thrown in the air.

Rat

Steve

Bob & Doug

Brownie & Apricot

Cecily


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