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I love my pet rats, but sometimes they are a little disappointing. I mean, they don’t even play basketball. They’d rather lie around and yawn and poop wherever they fancy. So lazy

I tend to favor a different one each day, depending on who is the most active.  Today Bobo is the best, not just because I like her belly, but because she is being a trooper and coming out of the cage. The other day Peaches was my little buddy. She has the least amount of inertia and will just sit in the crook of my cardigan and chatter to herself until it is potty time.

Mrs. Frisby has pretty much always been my favorite though. She has the biggest head and thus the biggest brains. She doesn’t mind being picked up and she lets me do her hair too. Mostly I just give her a middle part all ’90s casual because it reminds me of a young me, greasing around in 7th grade. She does not seem to share my enthusiasm though. I hope that one day she will be fat enough to fit into a ferret harness, and then we can stroll along the park like two good gentlewomen. She’ll wear a little top hat to look extra dapper.

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