I’ve had pet rats for many years on and off. They are the best pet that you could ever choose. Anyone who has shared their sofa with a rat can tell you this.
From left to right they are Oz and Spike. Both female rats who got very fat in their old age. Their favourite game was to play at being rat hats for the kids but only if the kids kept still.
Harry Rat before he went to the vets for the last time. It was a constant joke of the young Harry that he would only sleep inside a box of Felix cat food pouches. I think he liked the sense of danger and enjoyed tormenting Riz Cat. Curiously Riz Cat has always suffered from a sort of rat blindness that means that she cannot see or hear any rat in the house, not even when they throw wood shavings at her and point and laugh.
I don’t have a single picture of Harry’s brothers, Pete and Jack. This is a great shame because all three lads were the very picture of hairy handsomeness. Both were brown rats with large patches of white on their fur.
Jack Rat’s favourite food was dog biscuits. Pete preferred the fingers of my nephew.
I miss having rats as pets. As soon as I move into le château de grenouille I intend to get at least four little rat ladies to keep the house safe and comfy. Rat ladies tend to fight less than rat chaps and are also less prone to … how do I put this delicately … marking their territory. Although Rat ladies are prone to breast cancer which the chaps tend not to be although they can, of course, still develop it.
What should I call them though?