I remember...
The first day I got my own pet rats, oh how I had to work so hard for them. My mother really didn't want anymore pets but she had an excepted after I kept my room cleaned for almost a whole year. It was about christmas time when I really started to want the little critters. I beg my mom over and over again. But on Christmas Day I was in for a suprise. I ran down the stairs, towards our little tree. I look about every where for any signs of living animals. But unforantely all I found was a Rat magazine and a box containing a pet cage. As I expected they probaly would take me to choose a rat the day or two. I was a little disappointed that I still didn't have the pet that I wanted. But when my mom explained to me to look back in the box, I got confused and did what she said.
and guess what...I did get a rat! But only on but two.
I felt so much joy that day because I had gotten something that i really want. I work so hard to get it too. my excitement would lead to me trying to pick one up before I actucally gave them a chance to get use to their new habitat.
weeks later....
Everyone in my family were awed that i really had pet rats, which I name peanut butter and jelly because one was a blonde hooded rat while the other one was a dark one.(hey I was in like 6 grade back then don't make fun of me): !!)
but something happen in about a month.
after looking in a book, I found a picture of a person feeding their rat a cheezit. I try it and it seemed harmless until...jelly became bloated one day.
We called the doctor and they said to go out and buy some cat hairball remedy so it could clean her system.
So we ran to the supermarket as fast as we could, but in the end it would prove useless, for Jelly was dead when we got back home.
That day I felt sad, really sad.
Jelly had her funeral in our backyard.
Peanut butter lived on, for about until she turned 2.
she was aged like any rat should be and she was losing the pep in her step. I still loved her and I would always have her perch on my shoulder when I was on the computer.
But one day, I was engrossed in this story on the screen, and PB had venture off my shoulders. unawhere, my old 18 year old cat came into the room, making no sound at all.
And then all of a sudden i heard a squeak. And my eyes darted from the screen and I grab PB's body and carefully squeezed my cat's mouth so it could release his grip on her head. Luckly I had saved her before any life threatening injury could be cause. Ever since that day I made sure to shut the door.
but when she was about to turn three, Peanut Butter, just die on day.
It was horrible and I didn't know what to think, and I still don't now.
All I know is that both PB and Jelly
were the best rats I ever had
I wish I could have taken more pictures of the two ):
(sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)
The first day I got my own pet rats, oh how I had to work so hard for them. My mother really didn't want anymore pets but she had an excepted after I kept my room cleaned for almost a whole year. It was about christmas time when I really started to want the little critters. I beg my mom over and over again. But on Christmas Day I was in for a suprise. I ran down the stairs, towards our little tree. I look about every where for any signs of living animals. But unforantely all I found was a Rat magazine and a box containing a pet cage. As I expected they probaly would take me to choose a rat the day or two. I was a little disappointed that I still didn't have the pet that I wanted. But when my mom explained to me to look back in the box, I got confused and did what she said.
and guess what...I did get a rat! But only on but two.
I felt so much joy that day because I had gotten something that i really want. I work so hard to get it too. my excitement would lead to me trying to pick one up before I actucally gave them a chance to get use to their new habitat.
weeks later....
Everyone in my family were awed that i really had pet rats, which I name peanut butter and jelly because one was a blonde hooded rat while the other one was a dark one.(hey I was in like 6 grade back then don't make fun of me): !!)
but something happen in about a month.
after looking in a book, I found a picture of a person feeding their rat a cheezit. I try it and it seemed harmless until...jelly became bloated one day.
We called the doctor and they said to go out and buy some cat hairball remedy so it could clean her system.
So we ran to the supermarket as fast as we could, but in the end it would prove useless, for Jelly was dead when we got back home.
That day I felt sad, really sad.
Jelly had her funeral in our backyard.
Peanut butter lived on, for about until she turned 2.
she was aged like any rat should be and she was losing the pep in her step. I still loved her and I would always have her perch on my shoulder when I was on the computer.
But one day, I was engrossed in this story on the screen, and PB had venture off my shoulders. unawhere, my old 18 year old cat came into the room, making no sound at all.
And then all of a sudden i heard a squeak. And my eyes darted from the screen and I grab PB's body and carefully squeezed my cat's mouth so it could release his grip on her head. Luckly I had saved her before any life threatening injury could be cause. Ever since that day I made sure to shut the door.
but when she was about to turn three, Peanut Butter, just die on day.
It was horrible and I didn't know what to think, and I still don't now.
All I know is that both PB and Jelly
were the best rats I ever had
I wish I could have taken more pictures of the two ):
(sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)
