Baby(-ish) rats!! I've just arranged that on Sunday morning I am going to pick up 3 girlies, around 3 months old, who need rehoming.
Sadly I can take three, rather than the expected two, as one of my older ladies died overnight last night. Not sure what it was, but it hit her hard and fast, and to be honest I think I'd prefer that myself to an age of drawn-out suffering. We got lots of cuddles yesterday evening though which was lovely.
Went to work this morning, felt sufficiently rough that I came home, just thought I'd lay down for a few mins and then woke up two and a half hours later
It seems the migraine has gone
and now I just have a stinking cold instead
But the thought of little young rats keeps making me grin. I hope my old lady in the cage can take it (don't worry - she can! I think of her sometimes as a frail old thing, then visit the cage and remember she is in fact a grand battleaxe and little bouncy things will not dare to bother her!)