So my Fergie is a sissy. His peeps of protest and the whining finally had me jumping up last night to “save” him from his “tougher” cagemates. He sat in my lap, wandered the couch, said hello to Scott and basically enjoyed his freedom. He is softer than the rest, even Vroo, who is a gentle giant. He is quickest to come say hello and offer kisses of encouragement when I rub his ears just right. I know his peeps are engineered to get my attention, for mom to “resuce” him from his awful fate. I laugh at the staged production of being so squished and picked on. His brother has always tolerated only so much when it comes to him. Wembley has often went in search of Fergus when the others have picked with him just a bit to much. Its touching to see him look into hammies and in igloos, finally find his brother and groom him in a way as if to say “Its ok Fergie, Im here now”

Lately Wembles seems to forget and even nips at us a bit. He is shorter tempered and quicker to get antsy and run off and hide. I know he is getting older, but the rejection hurts a bit and I tell myself that he doesnt mean it. Most days he is just as happy and cuddly as always. I realize I am sensitive to their whims and often wonder what people would think of a grown woman who gets her feelings hurt because her rats dont want to play………..LOL

Things have been stressful the last couple of weeks and the boys have been a constant source of comfort. No matter what else is going on around me, they are solid and sure in their affections.

I want to get the camera out and take tons of pics today..of course thats after I clean the cage!!! Maybe there will a yogie or two passed around to get that “perfect” picture.