The Rathaus No Longer Guilty of False Advertizing

Traditionally, good birthdays seem to be followed by bad birthdays. Last year, I spent the day letterboxing with Lila, so I figured I was in for a truly sucktastic one this year. Not so. It's already turning out pretty darn cool. Saturday I got an early birthday present. Tony figured it was down to rats or that ST3. Am I a bad rider because I went with the rats? Is it worse that in the long run, the Duc might wind up less expensive? I blame the dealers, I asked not one but two of them to set up a demo and I'd come check it out. Both promised and neither called. So really, it's their fault we upped the household fur quotient.
Saturday, we went to a rescue event after hitting the gym. (Lynn tempted me to join where she goes, which is really a rock climbing compound masquerading as a fitness center- truly the coolest gym I've ever spent time in. And once I went, well, domino effect. Nothing like dragging the hubby into one of my follies. Again. It may be another dangerous step toward suburbanite existence- but at least it has cool walls.)
I swear I was just going to 'look' at the rats they had up for adoption, but we all know how that goes. By the time we got down there, the two baby boys I was going to check out were already headed home with someone who had no rat experience whatsoever and I was both miffed and jealous, particularly since the little berkie boy ran up to me and shouldered right away, much to the shock and surprise of the man adopting them. Evidently, he didn't know rats could *do* that. Oy. And while I was convincing myself that they were still getting a decent enough home and I should just walk away, one of the volunteers placed a slightly older boy on Tony's shoulder. The boy was older than what I wanted at three months. The boy was a hoodie, which I wasn't particularly fond of. The boy was bonded with his five cagemates and was growing up fine in foster care.
The boy wouldn't leave Tony's shoulder. Oy again. I realized it was all over and started looking at his brothers, since the ideal rat setup is three. Tony's boy bruxxed a little from his perch on Tony's yellow Bostrom shirt while I started trying to decide between the other little heifer spotted rats. Then the lady told me I should keep an eye on one of the boys I had just chosen as he recently lost a digit on his front paw. Having a mental connection between the rats and racing from Tony's shirt, I giggled morbidly and quietly named him Bayliss. By the time we got home, Haga and Yates also had names. Haga is a bit of a daredevil  and the one who chose Tony. The shy one is Yates because I figured there was a possibility he just might get defensive and bite.
Anyway, the boys are going to take a little work because they're already three months old. They haven't recognized their cage as safe yet. Well, their cages- I've decided having a large cage for off hours and a small one out with us is the way to go. While Maggie the feral rescue has no front teeth and very little prey drive, I still can't think it's comfortable for the boys to have a cat hanging around just outside the bars. Marbles, of course, doesn't care.
So I wound up with three little birthday presents instead of one big one. I guess that's okay. I like triples. ;)
Annoying pictures of the new kids once I (a) find a camera, and (b) manage to get them unburrowed long enough to get more than just a shot of whiskers or a tail.

Comments

[Jen]

HAPP-EEEEE BIRF-DAAAAAAY!

Sorry about having to bail on lunch last week.

[Linda]

Cool!

Happy birthday :)

[Kimiakane]

Happy Birthday! For those who are un-rat-ucated, what the devil is a "hoodie" anyway? A white rat with a black or brown head, perhaps? Vice versa? Or did the little fella seem like an employee of a corrupt medieval monarchy & have an axe in paw?

[Lila]

so, how does it feel to be another year older? Should I cancel my birthday? Joei and I depend on you to tell us these things. I am so sending you this kitten. He just tried to type my paper for me. He does not understand Jewish philosophy and should keep away from the keyboard. Now he is attacking a rocking chair.

[Lila]

so, how does it feel to be another year older? Should I cancel my birthday? Joei and I depend on you to tell us these things. I am so sending you this kitten. He just tried to type my paper for me. He does not understand Jewish philosophy and should keep away from the keyboard. Now he is attacking a rocking chair.

[Kimiakane]

Lila, I think you're typing in a big concert hall...I swear I hear an echo!