Happy Friday! I’d like to introduce you all to the newest members of my family: Henry, Lionel, and Malcolm, from back to front.
Last Friday, we headed out to one of the faraway southern suburbs to pick out a trio of babies from the Pittsburgh Rat Lovers Club. Recently, they’d had an influx of beebs, which of course led to my weird little heartstrings being tugged. Steve and I packed up the car and headed out to pick & choose.
Henry caught my eye first, because as we like to say in Pittsburghese, he’s “nebby.” He wants to know what we’re doing, all the time, whatever it is. He wants to get into everything, but he’s scared of any unfamiliar noise, so he always ends up hauling his chubby butt back in the cage before a real discovery can be made. But look at that little masked face! Don’t you just want to kiss his forehead spot? (Promise, you won’t get the plague.)
Malcolm is Steve’s favorite by far. He’s the littlest one, even though he’s 4 months old and from the same litter as his brothers. He was the last to warm up to us, but the first to come right out and walk onto our hands. He’s also got a strange fondness for attempting to pry open my mouth. By far, he’s the most adept climber, and possibly the smartest. We set up a rattie pinata on Wednesday by filling a toilet paper tube with food and tying it to the cage lid then folding the ends, and he was the first to crack it open!
Lionel has by far the chillest personality for such a little bro, and it really blows me away how much he looks like Ewan! He was the first one to be dragged out of the cage to sit solo on my lap, and I was really impressed by how good he was. No scared pees or poops, and no trying to jump from the chair to the floor. Chill, bro.
We tried to do some slow rattie intros so my old man could live with the youngins, but Henry attempted to beat him up, which resulted in Ewan literally crying for mama. My poor old man. Since then, Ewan seems happiest being able to live alone, but being held up to the little boys’ cage sometimes for some extra company. He’s fascinated by them, but it’s clear Henry doesn’t want him around. Oh well, looks like we’re a two cage household for a while longer.
Since I skipped out on the last two Lazy Sunday posts, I’m going to have to make this one really worth your while. We have a lot to catch up on!
& Do you have a Jux yet? I haven’t created one yet, but people like Danielle Hampton make it look super cool! Apparently, it’s like Tumblr, but more focused and with fewer 13-year-olds. Not a bad idea, in my opinion.
& I recently discovered A Prince and Prozac, and I was sitting there laughing to myself, alone, glass of wine in hand. If you want to lead as glamorous a life as that, click on over and pour yourself some vino. Snark, honesty, and just enough narcissism. Plus, her one-photo posts are beautiful!
& I absolutely love this post on Queerie Bradshaw about “looking straight in a gay world.” Straight girls with very short, pixie hair often have the opposite problem (holla!), but I can only imagine how much more frustrating this would be.
& Have I already tried to make all of you watch the Tangents & The Times series? No? Yes? Well, either way… You can find it right here on the good ole YouTubes. Marissa A. Ross is hysterical, and her dog Zissou is the world’s best friend. Plus, I think she likes wine even more than I do, which is really saying something. You can also find her on her blog.
& Jessica Florence, a photographer and rattie enthusiast, takes incredible pictures of her pet rats. Have you seen the popular photo of a light colored rat holding a little teddy bear? That’s her work! You can find more on her Flickr, but for a shortcut to rattie cuteness, check out her photo set for her rat Bug. **
& It’s no secret that I <3 Babeland, but have you seen their Sex Info section? One of the things that makes Babeland so great is that they have a huge array of helpful articles to make sure your sex life stays safe and steamy. They really care about the education of their customers.
& While I was on vacation, our hosts got us hooked on some new TV. If you’re on Netflix and you like quirky comedy (not quirky like Zooey Deschanel, but quirky like Juno), you will probably really like United States of Tara!
** We’re adding 3 new fuzz faces to our menagerie next weekend! I’ll be so excited to introduce you once they come home, are settled in, and named. But right now, I want to take the opportunity to introduce the Pittsburgh Rat Lovers Club to you! I’ve had the pleasure of working with them for years, and adopted my pair Finley (RIP) and Ewan from them in 2010. I know I’ve written a post about rats as pets before, but I’m always eager to talk about the little furry things that make my life so much more fun.
If you’re at all interested in adopting a pair or a trio, please shoot me an email (marvelousdarling . blog @ gmail . com) and I will put you in touch with the head of adoptions. They currently have over 40 babies looking for homes.
Why did it never occur to me before to address my posts with “Darlings?” What the balls is wrong with me?
I took a week and a half long hiatus from blogging, not because I wanted to or because I got bored, but because life has kicked my ass this semester. I am so, so glad that I started Marvelous Darling when I did, and that I threw myself into it with typical Scorpio gusto, but at this point in my life my schooling has to come first. Luckily, I am one week away from being done!
First thing’s first: I know you’re all dying to see pictures of the dog I had for a couple of days. So, below the cut, you’ll see approximately 8 million pictures, and the story of Cheese Queen in its entirety.
Also below the cut: Instagrams of my Daily Life, and some very special Links of the Week! So please, follow the cut!
Pretties and handsome gents!
It’s been a crazy-ass time over here. I had a dog for a couple of days last week, and in tomorrow’s Instagrams post (look forward to it! …please?), you’ll see a lot of the little cutiepie. I was alerted to more than 50 bomb threats because I go to the amazing University of Pittsburgh, which is currently being straight-up terrorized. I made a glittery iPhone case which I’m considering selling in my own online boutique this summer (!). And last but not least, I’ve been hit hard by end of semester blues and highs.
Can we go ahead and share our semester lows and highs? Join me in the comments, please!
This is pretty much the furthest thing from a sex topic, but I’m compelled to talk about it anyway, because it’s still a topic near and dear to my heart: rats as pets.
That’s my chubby cuddly thing, Ewan. Not all rats are the size of Chipotle burritos, but I have this tendency to adopt really large boy rats. I like big ole cuddle monsters.
The tails squick a lot of people out, and I can sort of understand that. They’re scaly, kind of weird, but you get used to them. Did you know their tails are actually covered in fuzz? They’re really not so unpleasant after all, and they help rats balance when they’re busy doing things like climbing all over their cage, sitting on your shoulders, or getting into trouble (like my laundry basket – always, ALWAYS a rat in the laundry basket!).
“Why rats?” I get that a lot! Did you know that rats have some of the best qualities of cats and dogs? Some rats are very playful and will even play fetch with you, while some are super cuddly and want nothing more than to lie on your lap while you browse Marvelous-Darling.com. Rats even potty-train themselves, and are able to hold their bladders while they’re out with you. And generally, rats keep themselves very clean – some rats will even try to clean their owners.
What does it take to keep rats? A nice, big coated wire cage (I like CritterNation cages or Martin’s Cages), 2+ rats of the same sex, quality food like a special lab block or a low-protein dog food mixed with non-sugary cereals, lots of toys, and at least 1-2 hours per day of play and physical exercise. Rats can be pricey, especially their vet care, but they’re hands down the most loving and personable “pocket pets” you can have. If you’re really interested in rat care, leave me a comment or get at me on Twitter!
Where are your rats from? A pet store? Nah. I adopted my boy, along with his now-deceased brother, from the Pittsburgh Rat Lovers Club rescue. Buying from petstores really unleashes a whole world of problems, including health and temperament issues, and funding irresponsible practices. You’d probably be surprised by the number of good breeders and rescues there are for rats, particularly in the US and Britain!
I know a couple of other bloggers out there keep rats. Anyone else? Have I changed anyone’s mind on the furry little vermin? Anyone want to come play with Ewan? I’m sure he’d love the company!