We picked up The Sarah Rat's little friend last night. More like little "friends" because my friendly local rat supplier (also my snake breeder) knows a softy when she sees one coming -- like recognizes like -- and a softy I am, be it for tiny cute scaly things or tiny cute fuzzy things.
Yes, it's a wonder I can feed tiny cute fuzzies to tiny cute scalies. Lots of cognitive dissonance going on here. Anyway...
So I'd emailed L and told her we'd be coming by to pick up a little friend for Sarah; she emailed me back saying she'd go through and find a nice, sweet female rat to be Sarah's cagemate. When we came in to pick her up, there were three.
We took them all home.
Since there's been such a huge new pet invasion in our house, one purpose of adding one additional rat to our household (one!) was to give the Elder his very own tiny rodent. He's not into the scalier residents of the house, but he does like the furry ones and has been fascinated with Sarah. So he looked through the new rats and picked the largest of the group, a fawn-colored red-eyed dumbo rat with a white blaze down from the forehead to the nose. Then he went back to work on collecting ALL the Pokemanz in the world (someone has to do it) and the Gum Zombie and I stared at our new babies.
As I watched all the rats interacting and adjusting to both Sarah (and Sarah to them) and to their new surroundings, I started to get worried. Something was "off" about the Elder's rat. I picked it up and flipped it over...
So now we have The Sarah Rat, Isobella, Nicole, and Oops.
I've got a call in to the vet to see if we can get Oops neutered. Here's hoping the girls are too young to get knocked up. Even I have my limits -- I do NOT need fifty rats.