I like this part of the morning. The quiet after I have finsihed everything, right before it’s time to get ready for work. I usually get up to feed my crew at around 7, they know this and are always waiting for the plates LOL. This morning even Chubbs was waiting eagerly, funny how quickly they understand what’s going on and adapt to routine. I love to pet little heads and tweak tiny ears, play with a whisker as they try and box with my fingertips. Later, just as I’m walking out the door, I will reach into the hammies and pet warm rats. I love how they pile up and fall asleep. I usually get a lick or two in appreciation as I scratch an itchy spot. Fergus will always pop a sleepy-eyed face up and peep softly, his way of saying goodbye I suppose. They know I miss them when I’m gone I think.

I love my rats, love their odd ways. It’s in the quiet that I can really sit back and enjoy what wonderful animals they are. I suppose having lived with them for six years or so now, it’s the routine and order they bring, alongside chaos and a flurry of activity, that make them such wonderful furpeople to have around.