So I’m sitting here this morning drinking some chicken broth and thinking, “#$%$#%, why am I sick again?!?” when I hear Ratsy and Squidgie get into some sort of scuffle. It was seemingly over rights to the water bottle, though I wouldn’t swear on it. Who knows what goes on in their little rat brains?
Anyway, the scuffle begins and next comes the “Uncle! Uncle!” squeak from Squidgie. She’s very vocal, which is apparently weird for a rat. Oh well. I look over to make sure that all is well and I see Ratsy on top of what appears to be a dead Squidgie. She’s laying on her back, not moving a muscle (at least to my feeble, untrained human eyes). I of course freak out, hoping that Ratsy hasn’t really hurt her again [Ratsy bit the shit out of Squidgie when Squidgie was but a wee babe] and move closer to the cage. They both run over, hoping for treats.
*whew*
Squidgie has apparently learned the art of playing possum. This is in addition to her squirrel-like food storage techniques and amazing vocal abilities. Squidgie, you are truly one of a kind! You both still smell like 4H though.
