Can I Keep Him...Please
My daughter brought home a stray rat the other day. No joke. How do I know it was a stray and not just...well..a rat. I called the vet, and apparently only domestic rats are black & white. So the rat Cheyenne scooped up with a paper cup was a stray, or lost, or abandoned pet rat. Black plague..black schmague, you know what I mean. Thankfully the rat died that night, and Cheyenne is still alive a week later.
11 Comments:
Hey. . . I had a b&w rat (a.k.a. ratus domesticus) that went missing about a week ago. Ha-ha, JK - nice joke, huh? Cheye is a rat lover with a heart o' gold. Love that girl!
December 12, 2005 at 6:21 PM
Your wonderfully "inquisitive" blog almost made me sympathetic to the rat loving crowd.
Almost.
skn
December 29, 2005 at 3:43 AM
Donna, when are you going to delight us with a blog entry?
January 19, 2006 at 3:17 PM
You started the blog thing. First to enter. First to abandon.
August 7, 2007 at 12:16 AM
Or maybe you thought that your blogs could not live up to you mix-tapes.
August 7, 2007 at 12:17 AM
I hate rats.
So much so that when you mentioned it died, I heaved a sigh of relief.
August 7, 2007 at 12:17 AM
You'll never check on this again. So I'll just say it:
I love you, Donna Morello.
August 7, 2007 at 12:18 AM
because 10 comments isn't nearly enough.
August 7, 2007 at 12:18 AM
I admit it, I killed the rat.
August 7, 2007 at 12:19 AM
Sookie Sookie rhymes with Cookie Cookie, which is what I want the next time I end up at your house.
August 7, 2007 at 12:19 AM
Hey Scott. I think I'll join you leaving mega-random comments since no one will read these anyways.
December 29, 2007 at 10:17 PM
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