Posts Tagged ‘rat’
After finishing classes on Thursday, I thought I would have a lot more time and spirit for blogging. I need a few days. I worked all weekend, which was fantastic and really made me feel like I’m getting back into the swing of things, but it also left me pretty tired last night.
We discovered last night that Ewan (my old man rat) has his umpteenth abscess, and while I would be more than happy to pay for his care, I don’t think he would make it and I think it would be cruel to put him through that. His mobility has gone down to about 20% of what’s normal and he can’t really take care of himself in the way that rats need to be able to. His quality of life is just shot to hell. So we decided to have him put down this afternoon and join his brother Finley wherever rats go in the afterlife (hopefully somewhere full of chocolate).
So I’m going to need a couple days. I’ll be back soon. I just can’t think about being fun or sexy right now, just sad.
It’s been a long while since I’ve shared photos from my Instagram feed, and I kind of miss seeings some visuals on this blog! I try not to post too many toy pics in case any of you read at work or in public, but I swear, my life involves many other things besides sex products!
Beautiful days in Pittsburgh make me a little sad that, come next summer, we’ll be moving to wherever Steve gets hired!
Nathaniel is adamant that I don’t properly clean my nails and frequently takes matters into his own hands.
I took my sparkly legs out on the town with some of my best friends from high school.
Steve models our new bed: 1 full plus 1 twin. There’s no such thing as too much bed.
Really though, my life is about 96% rats and bearded man.
…and sometimes we use the blowtorch to light toys on fire, you know, to see if they’re pure silicone. (The Doc Johnson Mood: Naughty? Not silicone.)
Be still, my heart! Nathan Fillion, marry me.
The most perfect shirt in the history of the world.
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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.
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!
Hi pretty things and handsome gents! …on the off chance any handsome gents read this blog. Oh, please, let there be handsome gents under the age of 30 who don’t think this shit cray! Ahhem.
I come bearing Instagrams of My Daily Life, even more than usual. I hope this isn’t boring for anyone else – personally, I love looking through people’s daily life photos, even moreso than the pretty inspiration photos on a lot of blogs. They’re just so real, it makes me feel like a blogger’s life is attainable.
When it’s been a long week and I just need to relax, I usually take some time to hibernate with a movie (Heathers!), some junk food, and a glass of wine. Note the fact that I don’t own wineglasses. This is because I break glassware like it’s my job.
The cafe tends to get slow around 3-4pm, and that’s when I like to take silly little pictures. It’s a cute place!
I got to go home last weekend for some serious R&R (my mom even rubbed all the kinks out of my back!) and of course, no trip home would be complete without a picture of my fuffywups, Dmitri. He’s a rescued poodle/bichon mix, and sometimes we wonder if he’s half cat.
Also while home, I got lunch with one of my oldest friends, Alicia. Neither of us can remember when we met, but it’s been a nonstop good time ever since! We lived together last year, and I miss seeing her everyday. We had delicious Mexican food and some really fantastic(ally strong) cocktails! Hers is a mojito and mine is the biggest margarita known to man.
Sometimes, I like to trick myself into studying by polishing my nails at the same time. I forget the name of the color, but it’s a very light pastel lavender by OPI and it goes on incredibly well and really has staying power.
My friend/former roommate/current roommate’s girlfriend Erin and I like to eat Nutella straight out of the jars. Cheers!
And last but not least, my little rodent sunshine, Ewan, all cozied up in a hammock I made for him.
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Safe & sexy,