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.
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!
It’s time for more Instagrams! I really can’t get enough of this app, as you’ve probably noticed. I keep forgetting to include this, but if you want to follow me, you can find me at “nicetobelieve”. I would be thrilled!
This is my friend Alicia’s guinea pig, Barney. We became bffls last night, and he cuddled with me for about forty minutes. I got lots of guinea pig kisses, and now I’m kind of addicted to these little dudes!
Dice nails! I just felt like doing something kind of silly on my nails instead of my standard sparkles.
This was my view on Tuesday afternoon from behind the counter. Don’t we have an adorable sign??
Of course, I had to get a picture of some of the best prints on our vintage kitchen table. It’s an unwritten rule.
I think this face was the product of the only night I stayed up past 12:30 over spring break. This is actually me trying to duckface and failing. Little known fact: I am physically incapable of duck facing.
We make the best chai at the cafe. It’s actually made totally from scratch and I’m kind of obsessed with it, but I’m unorthodox because I think it’s better with vanilla than it is with honey. Watch out, we got a badass on our hands.
This is my beautiful friend Megan painting pottery at Color Me Mine last weekend. Don’t you love her glasses?
Beautiful Megan’s equally beautiful twin sister Nicole, who was making the most unique dish I’ve seen!
Alicia, of guinea pig ownership and mojito drinking fame, painted a chevron mug that matches her office. Girl got it together.
And this was my floral mug! I can’t wait to pick up our pieces today! I might even get to use mine at work to make some delicious chai.
Safe & sexy,