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.