"Your taking care of a what?!"
That's exactly what my grandma said when I told her we had found an orphaned rat that was only a few days old. It didn't even have its' eyes open yet, so it was very tiny.
Our cats did not like the new visitor. Our Christmas cat, named Junior, thought it was a yummy treat for the little orange rascal. Since we knew that Junior and our other cats ("the Girls") were interested in eating the baby rat, so we kept him in the bathroom with my fish. I was tempted to keep it in my room, but my parents wouldn't let me. They were not sure if this rat had any diseases, and didn't want us to get sick if it did. I took good care of the baby, feeding it with a eye dropper, and keeping it warm and snuggly. I even checked on it during break time and lunch time while at school. I had done research about how to care for orphaned rats.
That was almost a week ago. It seemed to be getting stronger, and more eager to eat. It was even squeaking at us. My mom was even getting attached to him. She kept him in her shirt pocket to keep warm and he really liked that. He just slept and slept between feedings, and seemed very content.
This morning he was eager to eat and greet us. I fed him, and then he took his last breath while laying in the palm of my hand.
To my blog readers:
Have you ever had a pet rat? Tell me your story!
I look forward to heaven when there will be no more death!
