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WT Sharpe · 11-08-2009, 01:50 PM

We use to have a ferret. Well, actually, it was a rat. Pretty much the same thing, I think, except rats are more sociable.

It began its life with us as something we purchased to be food for my daughter’s snake. There was something different about this rat, however. At the store, when I reached into the cage, instead of running, it just kind of looked at me like, “Well, hello there, fella’ – where are we going today?”

On the way home, we made a pit stop, and my daughter and her friend decided to examine the rat more closely. It was quite happy to be out of the box, and immediately proceeded to make friends with them. Before we got home, it had a name, and as anyone knows, you can’t feed someone with a name to a snake. It’s just not right. Poor Polly, the ball python, had to go hungry that day.

Tasha (the rat) was amazing. We had two cats at the time. One must have been a relative of Garfield’s, because he immediately struck up a friendship with the thing. They even slept together whenever they could. The other cat was not so accommodating and would chase the rat. The rat was much smarter than this cat however. (She was a remarkably stupid cat; everyone said so.) The cat would chase Tasha under the sofa, and then while waiting for her to reappear, Tasha would slip out from behind the sofa and sneak up behind the cat. When she got close enough, she would jump on the cat’s tail and run. The cat would jump straight up in the air and freak plum out every time! That dummy never caught on.

We ended up giving the rat to the girl my then teenage son was dating at the time.

11-08-2009, 01:50 PM	#12
WT Sharpe Bah, humbug! Posts: 39,072 Karma: 157049943 Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: Chesapeake, VA, USA Device: Kindle Oasis, iPad Pro, & a Samsung Galaxy S9.	We use to have a ferret. Well, actually, it was a rat. Pretty much the same thing, I think, except rats are more sociable. It began its life with us as something we purchased to be food for my daughter’s snake. There was something different about this rat, however. At the store, when I reached into the cage, instead of running, it just kind of looked at me like, “Well, hello there, fella’ – where are we going today?” On the way home, we made a pit stop, and my daughter and her friend decided to examine the rat more closely. It was quite happy to be out of the box, and immediately proceeded to make friends with them. Before we got home, it had a name, and as anyone knows, you can’t feed someone with a name to a snake. It’s just not right. Poor Polly, the ball python, had to go hungry that day. Tasha (the rat) was amazing. We had two cats at the time. One must have been a relative of Garfield’s, because he immediately struck up a friendship with the thing. They even slept together whenever they could. The other cat was not so accommodating and would chase the rat. The rat was much smarter than this cat however. (She was a remarkably stupid cat; everyone said so.) The cat would chase Tasha under the sofa, and then while waiting for her to reappear, Tasha would slip out from behind the sofa and sneak up behind the cat. When she got close enough, she would jump on the cat’s tail and run. The cat would jump straight up in the air and freak plum out every time! That dummy never caught on. We ended up giving the rat to the girl my then teenage son was dating at the time. Last edited by WT Sharpe; 11-08-2009 at 11:36 PM.