I remember, around 6-7 years ago me and my sister got little pet ratties...we picked them up from a pet store, from the 'feeder bin'. The person who owned the store was very nice and hell, the conditions the rats had was better than any larger pet store like Petco.

Anyway, I got a little agouti hooded boy, and named him Twister because his tail would lash around and he was really wiggly...my sister got an albino and named him Sugar. Can you tell why? razz They were such sweet little boys, they loved to cuddle with us, they adored their hammocks and oddly enough enjoyed bath time quite a bit. We would let them roam around our rooms often, or chill with us while we watched a movie (they especially liked stealing popcorn biggrin )
Our boys didn't live long, and Twister surprised us with his death. He always had abscesses from fighting with Sugar (boys will be boys I guess lol) and when he had a tumor we were told it was benign...he had died from natural causes.
SUgar didn't do so well being a solo rat, he stopped eating out of loneliness, did not show interest in playing and then his health took a turn for the worse. He lost a lot of weight, and began coughing and sneezing constantly. We made him as comfortable as possible and it was just a matter of time before he joined his brother.

I still miss these guys sad I loved my fat little boys.