Come on, I've been teasing you for weeks with "Now with added rats!" to draw you in in your hundreds...
Watches as numbers of followers flow away like water in a fall!
"Lisa isn't allowed to have her rats in her new flat. There's a clause in the student rental agreement that says you can only have guide dogs."
GJ, my husband, mused that maybe they could get little white canes for the rats, dark glasses, that kind of thing...
"I've already thought of that", plied Grizz. "I doubt it'll work for long".
He paused, "I think Mum really needs the company!"
Imagine my reply. "I? I need the company?"
My voice rose an octave. "...of rats??!!!"
Hysteria was beginning to set in.
Of course, how would we be expected to respond? We were trapped in a rat-trap. These rats came third hand to lovely Lisa. They were relatively elderly. Who else could have them. Her parents are already taking care of her childhood cat and rabbit. The tortie cat, Sox, shows an inordinate interest in the large cage in Lisa's bedroom, which contains three furry play-pals... The sweet black and white rabbit, Clive, couldn't give a carrot!
Days later, I watched, half in fear half in anticipation when the cardboard box on the sofa moved. I could hear sniffering and snorting inside, as Grizzles assembled the large cage in a corner of my living room.
Previously, I've been a totally rodent-free zone where pets are concerned. I could never imagine keeping and handling rodents - Guinea-pigs, hamsters, gerbils...
Nope, not me!
Grizzles ran me through their requirements as they settled in to their new HQ, handing this ardent vegetarian a tub of dried mealworms. I shrieked. I just couldn't see it. Me, passing tiny dried worms through the bars of the cage to hungry mouths.
And yet, in no time at all, these three furry-faced creatures have wormed their way into our hearts.
Lisa's home at Christmas again. Our care-taking stint will be temporarily over. Dumbledore, Dobbie and Big Peeves will go home with Lisa.
I think we'll miss them when they're gone!
