Rats in a Bath

The weather was warm and the rats were hot which meant one thing: bath time!  They’re still deathly afraid of baths, but I don’t know why considering how well they know how to swim instinctively.

New Rats!

I wanted to find a new friend for Sheldon after Gregory passed away since Sheldon seemed a bit bored. I contacted Family Affair Ratz, a rattery near my house after I found out they had some rats from a litter available.

When I visited the rattery, even though I planned on just getting one rat, I ended up getting two. They were just too cute to separate and it was hard for me to choose just one of them.

I present to you, Cecil and Holden! I’m not sure which one should be which yet, but we’ll see. The red-eyed one is more outgoing and social for now, but I’m hoping once the black-eyed one gets more acquainted with his surroundings, he’ll be more sociable. They’re both Siamese rats, but I think the black-eyed one is a Siamese Russian Blue.


Bye bye Dr. Gregory Mouse


I’m sad to say that one of my rats, Dr. Gregory Mouse has gone to the big yogurt factory in the sky where I hope he can have all the yogurt he wants. He passed away so suddenly that every time I look at the cage, I still expect to see him poking his head out and looking at me.

It all started last night, when I brought him out to play and noticed a lump the size of hazelnut on the side of his neck. It didn’t seem to be bothering him when I poked at it and he seemed pretty happy and himself, so I tried not to worry too much about it and reminded myself to call a vet in the morning.

In the morning, I called the vet as soon as I got up and unfortunately, his usual vet would be away for two weeks. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to fit in an appointment and (probably) a tumor removal surgery before I left for the holiday, so I called another vet and made an appointment. After that, I went to go look in on him in the cage and found him dead in the corner.

At first, I thought he was just asleep, but when I poked him, it was clear that he was gone. I know that rats don’t live that long, but I was really shocked to see him go. In a way, it’s better that it happened so quickly because he didn’t seem to be suffering much, but at the same time, I hope that he wasn’t in pain for a long time before he finally passed away. Mostly, I feel guilty that I didn’t give him something delicious to eat like ice-cream or yogurt before he left and sad that I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.