SqueakingJellybean
Mission Control -- All is ratness
Our sweet boy Arthur passed not long ago. His friend, James Bean, has been lonely. We managed to find some friends via the Guelph Humane Society, which is also where Arthur and James Bean came from.
The new boys were listed as being a year old, which we figured was perfect. Imagine my surprise when they turned out to be 6-8 months old! In an odd quirk of the universe, they had been found by the roomie of the vet tech who was helping with James Bean's recheck (it's just a fatty deposit, so he should be okay). Apparently the roomie had been walking in the woods, when she found six very obviously domestic rats in a hole. At the vet tech's direction, she bundled them up and got them to the Humane Society. I suspect what happened, just because of the timing, is that a student finished their year, had to move, and couldn't take the ratties along, opting instead to do a stupid thing and abandon them in the woods.
The shelter tends to give names based on TV shows or movies, so the four boys and two girls were named Carla and Diane, Sam Malone and Dr. Crane, and Norm and Cliff. We chose Norm and Cliff.
We picked them up and took them straight to our vet (Dr. Makkapati at Waterloo West Animal Hospital is pretty fantastic, by the way). They got a dose of Revolution each. While the vet was examining Cliff, he was putting some serious effort in getting back to his brother. "Oh, he is very strong!" she commented. He also has about 70g on his brother. Norm, meanwhile, lost about 20g between the time the shelter vet checked him and when our vet checked him.
Strong, smart, fast, brave, and friendly-- Cliff has had his name changed to Oleksii, after Oleksii Novikov, a Ukrainian professional strongman who displays all of those qualities, and is one of the youngest men in the sport. Norm just started answering to Norm, so we kept his name.
Please welcome Norm (PEW) and Oleksii (black and white, testing his strength against the litterbox.
Edited to add a picture of Norm in the space pod so you can get a better idea of just how tiny they are.
The new boys were listed as being a year old, which we figured was perfect. Imagine my surprise when they turned out to be 6-8 months old! In an odd quirk of the universe, they had been found by the roomie of the vet tech who was helping with James Bean's recheck (it's just a fatty deposit, so he should be okay). Apparently the roomie had been walking in the woods, when she found six very obviously domestic rats in a hole. At the vet tech's direction, she bundled them up and got them to the Humane Society. I suspect what happened, just because of the timing, is that a student finished their year, had to move, and couldn't take the ratties along, opting instead to do a stupid thing and abandon them in the woods.
The shelter tends to give names based on TV shows or movies, so the four boys and two girls were named Carla and Diane, Sam Malone and Dr. Crane, and Norm and Cliff. We chose Norm and Cliff.
We picked them up and took them straight to our vet (Dr. Makkapati at Waterloo West Animal Hospital is pretty fantastic, by the way). They got a dose of Revolution each. While the vet was examining Cliff, he was putting some serious effort in getting back to his brother. "Oh, he is very strong!" she commented. He also has about 70g on his brother. Norm, meanwhile, lost about 20g between the time the shelter vet checked him and when our vet checked him.
Strong, smart, fast, brave, and friendly-- Cliff has had his name changed to Oleksii, after Oleksii Novikov, a Ukrainian professional strongman who displays all of those qualities, and is one of the youngest men in the sport. Norm just started answering to Norm, so we kept his name.
Please welcome Norm (PEW) and Oleksii (black and white, testing his strength against the litterbox.
Edited to add a picture of Norm in the space pod so you can get a better idea of just how tiny they are.
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