After my baby passed away last year (or beginning of this year - I don't quite remember which) I went along heartbroken for a while. Then I saw this girl in a store. I checked on her every Sunday when I went in for feeders and for several months no one bought her.
Then one Sunday I came in and was surprised by my boyfriend who bought her for me! I was so happy. ((hugs to him))
She's a brat, but good when she wants to be. She HATES when you mess with her stuff (which I did today since it was cleaning day) and she doesn't tolerate being handled on feeding day - she'll nip you. Today was feeding day. So I wasn't about to try to pick her up under those two circumstances. But I did get a few photos.
I was told she's 2 or 3 years old. She doesn't have a name yet.
"Is dat my rat? I can has dat rat? Dat rat is for me? I can has? Please to food me? Dat rat? Mine? I can has it?"