Rats are probably the laziest pets ever.
Here are my cages, as requested by an anon! Tumblr’s not wanting to let me load the fourth pic of Bonkers’ & Viola’s temporary cage they’re in, but it’s just a small Marchioro cage I have set up very basic for quarantine/socialization purposes…it has a food bowl, a plastic hide, a cardboard box, a cube, & a hammock. They’ll be moved into the Critter Nation in a few days.
sorry that the angles are kind of crappy, I don’t have a wide-angle lens at the moment, so it’s kind of hard to take pictures of cages or anything else that’s bigger than a rat
Podrick came out last night & got his belly tickled. He enjoyed this.
I have had this song that plays a work a lot stuck in my head for a few days & I’m becoming suspicious that it’s not a real song, because I know a LOT of songs & many of the songs that play at work are ones I’ve never heard of that don’t sound like they are real songs, plus I can’t find it online.
It is kind of country-rockish & the only words I know are “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAMA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAMA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY SWEET MAMA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”
I find the song’s existence (well, possible existence) far more amusing than I should for no clear reason, so I’ve been singing it to many people. All of these people end up putting their hands over their head & screaming some variation of “NO, THAT’S HORRIBLE, STOP.” but rats are not people & now I have a willing audience that appears very fond of my song. I am having a whole concert featuring nothing but this & the other song from work that gets stuck in my head, which has a terrible shaky-voiced overly-dramatic Celine Dion wannabe going “YOU’RE ALLLLL I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT! YOU’RE EEEEEVERRRYYYYTHIIIIIING YOU BROKE MY HEAAAAAART” & some other words I don’t know. This is a nice night. I’m glad I don’t live in an apartment or someone would probably be banging on the wall by now.
Crawfy’s eyes & ears are growing larger & larger, but her head is not really keeping up.