I don’t really intend to turn into the ratta version of the crazy cat lady fashion blogger, which is why you haven’t heard a whole lot about Monsieur and I’s foray into pet ownership. Also, though, about two weeks after we took the plunge, we got to deal with the downs of pet ownership–we lost one of them.
Not as in, we misplaced one of our rattas, but unfortunately Grendel turned out to have some horrible uterine tumor and she died. She was definitely a tiny little runt of a thing, and her Rex whiskers, Dumbo ears and lack of hair definitely proved that she was all about those recessive genes. Talk about getting the short end of the stick…
After watching Harper mourn her littermate for a few days, our hearts couldn’t take it and we went back to the petstore to see if any of her sisters were still left. There was, and after some deliberation and discussion (wherein Monsieur utilized his big ol’ puppy eyes, pleading the new rat’s case like I’ve never seen before), we took Harper’s sister home. We were worried about how well she’d adjust to having a new rat to share her space with, but our worries were for naught–they’ve spent 99% of the time glued to the hip. They’re adorable and it was exactly what Harper needed. So without further ado,
I tried to get a solo shot of Gibson, but remember when I said they’re inseparable? Wasn’t exaggerating! They’re pretty adorable, and it was a good decision. We still definitely miss our goofy Grendel, though. It was definitely lame, losing her right when she was getting really brave and friendly with us.