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This is Fernando Houdini Crentist. I've got two rats, he's the more adventurous of the two. And he loves shirt-diving.
He and Bosco are brothers, adopted from a rat rescue -- a good idea, by the way. They're well-treated, well-fed, and generally used to human contact, so they make good friendly rats. The two of them are brothers, so they get along fairly well, but since they recently grew up fast they're a little big for their cage, so when we're not letting them out to roam around their little rattie-playground we constructed on the counter, they get a little lazy and fight. They don't fight outright, not kicking and biting, but sort of trying to wrestle each other down and forcibly groom one another. It's supposed to assert dominance but to me it really feels akin to pinning someone down and doing their homework.
They're totally sweet and amazingly friendly. They love scraps (generally healthy stuff, pretzels, crackers, and GODJESUS THEY FUCKING LOVE MACARONI) and they love scurrying around on my shoulders, in my shirt pockets, and in the hood of my sweater, which now smells like rat pee.
They're curious, adorable, friendly, and cute as hell. Rats are awesome.
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