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Rats are ace.
As I type this, there’s one scuttling about in his cage next to me. It pains me that he’s alone, but his brothers have all passed away now, and we aren’t planning on getting any more once Wilbur’s shuffled along. He’s getting old now, so it wouldn’t be fair to rehome him. So he’s a grumpy old bachelor boy who still loves his Cheerios and stealing my toast in the morning.
Weekend At Bernie’s.