I picked up Nicole's two boys today, they're going to stay with me for a couple of weeks while my vet neuters them (Nicole lives in a different city).
I had them in the front seat & was singing to them on the drive home. At a red light, I became engrossed in serenading Phil with a Third Eye Blind song, but then I got to the line “I wanna stay right here & go down on you for an hour” & things got uncomfortable & I stopped mid-lyric & kind of awkwardly stared at him for a minute. He returned my awkward stare with a stare of his own, presumably because I had stopped talking to him (not because he understood that the line was about oral sex), but I was struck by how intelligent his look was—he was obviously responding to my eye contact & trying to understand my expression. Rats are very intelligent.
Then I look over & Steve is flat on his belly, legs splayed, burrowing through the bedding with a joyful expression like “LOOK AT ME, I’M A WORM, I’M A WORM!”
I then remembered a truth that anyone who has ever owned multiple rats will tell you: only *some* rats are intelligent.
(but thank you for the laugh, dear, simple Steve.)