Hilarious tale from the rat fostering world!
Tonight while I was working on socializing my 5 little foster girls, one of them made a bold move! I have been calling her Bruce because she has a white splotch in the shape of a shark fin on her side and I'm afraid it stuck- despite her being a young lady. Anyway, I was bribing her cagemates with rice crispies to come stand in my hand when Bruce, who normally hides in the darkest farthest place from me and the cage door, suddenly bolts for it in the blink of an eye.
She sprouted a tiny black cape out of nowhere, or at least that's what the Blur That Once Was Bruce looked like, and flew to the carpet seeking sweet sweet freedom. Mind you, we moved into this apartment over the last week, so the "office" where Bruce and her cronies are currently residing, is also currently the land of unpacked boxes, blankets and bed linens without a home (yet), meaning that the Blur That Once Was Bruce had many many places to explore! She first ventured to Mt. Duvet to see the famous white peaks, then meandered to pillow valley and the I-Can't- Find-My-Laundry-Hamper Hills. She took a brief detour to check out behind the File Cabinet Grotto before deciding the real place to be was the Under The Desk Drawer Cave. The Under The Desk Drawer Cave was it's usual seasonably comfortable Arizona-esque warm due to its proximity to the floor heater. The Blur That Once Was Bruce was somewhat dismayed when the Hooman That Chases and Feeds Rice Crispies turned off the heat with no obvious concern for the effort she took to save her vacation days and Aeroplan points for this holiday of a lifetime supposedly in the name of her "safety"....
After extensive time spent taunting the Hooman That Chases and Feeds Rice Crispies by venturing ever so slightly in and out of the Cave Under The Desk Drawer, the Blur That Once Was Bruce decided maybe the big bad world outside of the Cage She Calls Home wasn't so cool after all and that the lure of the Igloo She Loved from the Cage She Calls Home was too much to ignore. As the Blur That Once Was Bruce darted into the Igloo She Loved, the Hooman That Chases and Feeds Rice Crispies scooped up the somewhat tired and confused Bruce who once again resembled a rat, not a blur, and reunited her with her cagemates who simply looked up and yawned muttering "ugh, what a drama queen..." before curling back up in a sleepy pile.
All's Well That Ends Well.
***Posted with permission from the 'Hooman That Chases and Feeds Rice Crispies' - Trish Everett-Kabut. She is fostering her girls from The Small Animal Rescue Society of BC. If you have the room and experience with rats, we encourage you to consider fostering a rat or two in need. If you do not have the room, think about taking some time to visit a rescue to help clean cages, hold ratties and just enjoy the company of others that love rats like you do! If you do not have the time, how about making a food, toy or bedding donation? Rescues are not successful without support. Be forewarned, those vermin will work their way into your heart, giving you many wonderful tales of adventure to share as well! So what are you waiting for? Get online and find a rescue that needs you.