Would you get someone to look after them while you're away or would you be taking them with you? If you bring them with you when you visit me Mr Madz might get confused and shoot them![]()
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Just don't have a bath running while they're roaming free.![]()

I know of an excellent pet-shop who do small animal sitting for a couple of quid per day.
That said I do quite like the idea of riding on a train with a fucking great rat on my shoulder. Who needs a reservation when you have vermin?![]()

Yeah.
RIP scifisam's ratty![]()
Sorry, didn't realise it was a fatal adventure with the running bath. One of mine got a bit of a shock when she jumped onto the toilet, but I was there in time to fish out a rather bedraggled little adventurer.Don't get me wrong- feel free to bring them ( I love rats) but with cats, foxes, dogs and Mr Madz it might be better if they stayed in a cage while they're here![]()

Sorry, didn't realise it was a fatal adventure with the running bath. One of mine got a bit of a shock when she jumped onto the toilet, but I was there in time to fish out a rather bedraggled little adventurer.
Good idea not to leave chemicals and stuff in the toilet/bath/sink also. They don't seem to electrocute themselves chewing through wires, but you can also protect these with aquarium-style plastic tubing (split lengthways and run wires through them).

I can't believe people keep rats as pets!
Ugh, it's just wrong.
I've got a Jack Russell, no rats are safe in his 'hood.![]()

Well, you actually have a rat of the dog world.![]()

I can't believe people keep rats as pets!
Ugh, it's just wrong.
I've got a Jack Russell, no rats are safe in his 'hood.![]()
And get in the habit of leaving the toilet lid down!

I can't believe people keep rats as pets!
Ugh, it's just wrong.![]()
People don't realise how big a difference there is between pet rats ('fancy rats') and wild rats.They're incredible when they set their mind to getting somewhere. One of mine had this obsession with my fig tree, which was sitting in an old coal scuttle so she couldn't reach it from the floor. Every time I moved it further away from the sofa (her launchpad), she'd just study the situation for a while, find the optimal spot on the sofa, limber up and then and take the most terrifying flying leaps across the room. I had to sacrifice the tree in the end, to save her bashing her brains in on the coal scuttle.Still not sure how she managed to get into the bath at all. Seems like she must have managed to get on top of the toilet then taken a flying leap outwards and landed in the bath.

Domesticated rats are fabulous - they know their names and come when you call.I can't believe people keep rats as pets!
Ugh, it's just wrong.
I've got a Jack Russell, no rats are safe in his 'hood.![]()


They're incredible when they set their mind to getting somewhere. One of mine had this obsession with my fig tree, which was sitting in an old coal scuttle so she couldn't reach it from the floor. Every time I moved it further away from the sofa (her launchpad), she'd just study the situation for a while, find the optimal spot on the sofa, limber up and then and take the most terrifying flying leaps across the room. I had to sacrifice the tree in the end, to save her bashing her brains in on the coal scuttle.![]()

same with mine, one would make for an escape behind the fire, the other just follow us around the houseLily could eat through two-inch thick plastic in a couple of hours; it was maddening. But Poppy would wander round the flat then happily return to the cage - it didn't even have to be shut. They vary so much.

And you can teach them to kiss you by feeding them grapes from your lips.![]()

Whatcha going to name the rats, longdog?



Earlier tonight my daughter woke up with nightmares about Poppy dying. Poppy wasn't young, and had recently had a tumour, so I'd told the child that the rat had died of a heart attack. If I'd told her that the rat had died by drowning in the bath, I'd now have one very distressed, very smelly daughter.
So I've had to help her start writing a book about the Adventures of Poppy, who at one point got scooped up by an eagle, saw the tiny lands below her (with humans as small as rats) as she flew in the eagle's grip, then bit the eagle at just the right time and hid in a snowy autumnal tree protected by her brown-and-white colouring, and then tried to find her way home (plus sundry stories for how this all started, and how it'll end). This is based on some cultures believing that loved ones aren't really dead as long as they're remembered, so we can overcome the loss of a pet by remembering her. Any ideas for rat adventures - for further stories - are welcome!
Irrational hatred of their segmented tails - sorry, makes me want to gip....
