When rats became my love

Rats entered my life with a BIA-polar boyfriend and they were always the highlight of my day with him. They were two fancy rat males, one Russian blue self rat named Squid and anther hooded blue rat named Chain Saw. They lived in the corner of the bedroom close to the heater vent ( which i later learned was not healthy for rats) in a long ginny-pigs cage. They had only a water dish, a food dish and a pink igloo to sleep in. This may seem like the barely anything for happy rattys, and this is true because rats are really smart and need toys to entertain themselves. These poor rats never were picked up with out my ex wearing gloves and that was only because he was cleaning their cage. He wouldn't let me pick them up because he believe they were dirty  even though rats clean themselves more then cats.

At the lest they had themselves to play with. They would romp up to the bars to nibble on my fingers and lick them with there cute little pink tongues. They would take food from me with there delicate little hands never biting me or hissing aggression like rats in the movies.

I fell in love with there lazy greeting which considered of a timid peak out of there heads then a yawn and a stretch. They became my favorite animal that day no other pet was a exited to see me or loved food and play more. That day I knew I needed two or three or five of my own!