My oh my!

It's been awhile since I've updated, sorry about that. I have several "how-to" type blogs waiting to be posted, but I've been lax with my photo editing.

Some big rat news though, besides Cookie & Belle who have an adoption pending, we have two juvenile black hood females, and two juvenile PEW females for adoption AND our latest charge gave birth to fifteen little eepers! So, if you're even thinking about adding a new little boy or girl to your rat colony, please keep us in mind!

I hope to be updating the website with photos of all the adoptables soon.

Welcome Belle, Cookie, & 'Cury

We have some new additions, though they will likely be put up for adoption after quarantine and personality evaluations.

First up is little Belle. She's a cute young dumbo, who's very curious, but a little thin.

Next is 'Cury, short for Mercury. She's a pretty little dumbo, she's certainly an adult, but as to exactly how old she is I'm not sure. She's pretty shy, but not aggressive.
Last but not least is Cookie. Cookie's missing the tip of her tail, and boy does she like to run in her wheel (it's solid and safe). She needs some serious work, she's very aggressive towards people.

Congratulations Patches!

Our wonderfully chubby foster cat was adopted this weekend! In her weeks here she managed to drop a few pounds and warm up to us pretty well.

Hopefully she'll continue to lose weight and have a long happy life with her new mom.

After Patches was adopted we brought an old foster back into our home. This poor little guy started life as a feral, mostly afraid of people. Now he's a giant snuggle bug, but he's been adopted and returned twice now. Both times because of owner issues. Whether or not he becomes a permanent resident here is yet to be seen.

In other news Twister is doing well and his swelling is almost completely gone!

Sasha, Twister, and the vet.

Sasha went back to have her tumor site drained again as it's been abscessing since her tumor removal. Unfortunately this time it was full of tumor material and not puss. This means she's got some aggressive form of cancer. This is exactly what we went through with Angle. We learned from her that multiple removals on sites where a large margin simply cannot be gained are pointless.

Because Sasha's tumor goes down between her ribs the vet cannot get 100% of the material out, let alone take a margin to prevent further growth. Sasha's tumor is growing slowly enough that we're confident she has at least six happy healthy months left in her. Our course of action will be to keep her happy and pain free as long as humanly possible.

Thankfully Twister (our new man) was able to get an appointment to be neutered yesterday. The neuter went very well, but there was some excess drainage from the site so he spent the night at the vet. We're very excited to pick him up later today and add him to our main cage in a few weeks.

Meet Twister!

Mousey introductions.

I tried bringing home some more of the mice that were dumped at the store. I brought home a little black weanling girl and an adult whose color I am not clear on. She's a bit of a reddish fawn, in some lights she almost looks chinchilla. In any case, a whole lot of these mice have been dying before quarantine is over, most likely due to improper care, inbreeding, and lots of back to back breeding. There were about forty mixed sexed adults plus babies being kept in a twenty gallon tank being fed parsley and oats. We've managed to adopt out a whole lot of them.

So these two little girls have survived quarantine and we did introductions last night. There are still a few squabbles here and there, but everyone seems to be settling in nicely.


Phase One:






Oh my god what is this place? Who are these girls? Get us out of here! (This place is a small Kritter Keeper, which is used only for introductions and transport, not housing.)






Phase Two:

Oh wait a second, what is this? This tastes pretty good. (This, is a little baby food I rubbed on everyone's back.)










Phase Three:


Wow mom, thanks a lot, friends taste good!

Here's hoping they all get along. The young one already seems to have bonded with Victoria pretty closely, and they all slept in the same hidey together this morning.

Short stays.

Last week I brought two girls home from work with the hopes of nursing them back to health. The first little girl was a female agouti mouse. She had somehow gotten smooshed under the food bowl. (I'd guess she was hanging out under there and some other burrowing mouse cause the bedding to shift and crush her?) In any case she was physically flattened, but there was no hemorrhaging and she seemed to have full control of her limbs, her eyes were bright and she didn't even seem to be in pain. She did not make it through the night, and that surprised me. At least she died with some comfort and dignity.

The other was a little black hooded rat girl. She was suffering from a severe respiratory infection. (She was awaiting pick-up, hence not having been taken to the vet.) She was having a hard time keeping her body temperature up and would not eat. We dosed her with baytril and wrapped her up, but she too was gone by morning.

I really hate when their stays here are so short, but it makes it worthwhile to know that they had a little comfort and a little love before they passed.

Oh that Pickles.

Pickles decided to swallow a large piece of chicken whole last night. We spent about an hour an a half alternating between tweezing it out, sucking it out with a bulb syringe, and letting her push it up on her own. It was our first encounter with a choking rat, and it sure was something. I thought later that I should have photographed the two large pieces we removed, but honestly, as we were taking them out I just wanted them gone.

Pickles is doing well again and still trying to eat most anything in sight.