Once again, it's been forever since I updated. Have not been on the Shack much lately
Life is super busy.
I am logging onto the Shack today because I have realized that as of Sept. 2015, I have been a Shacker for 5 yrs. If I've never said it before, thank you to all the wonderful people on the Shack who have given me sound medical/behavior advice, & been such a supportive network of friends. I thank my lucky stars that I stumbled across this rat forum before any of the other ones that are out there. TRS is simply the best
Lots of changes here. I am "down to" 10 rats now (some of you may recall me saying for several years now that I'm "not taking any more in", lol - FAIL!)
This is my current crew. Have accumulated a handful of single boys that I am slowly working on introducing to either each other, or one of the groups.
Old man
Saffron is 39 months old as of Oct. 1. He is the last of my halfie boys, and from the whole litter of 15, only he and a sister at the rescue are still alive. He has a tumor growing over his hip, I chose not to remove it because he was already frail and old when it appeared. It's getting quite large now, but Saff stays mobile, I help him stay clean, his bodily functions work and he seems happy and comfortable. If he gets to the point where the tumor is too much, then we'll let him go. But for now he's doing okay.
Queen
Mariel just turned 2 last week. She has had a tough year, but things are okay these days. She had pneumonia earlier this year, and already a previous history of resp. Her breathing was so terrible I really did not expect her to pull through, but she made a great turn around and is healthy now. Unfortunately, the last few of her cagemates have passed on over the past few months, but she has kept a stiff upper lip through it all and we have had a lot of one on one time together to make sure she's okay. She is now friends with Ernest, a very shy, traumatized boy from a hoarder situation. Mariel (spayed) is great with him, and they have become close friends.
Silly girl <3
Ernest was rescued from a hoarder's house last year when Animal Control raided the property. He was one of a handful of rats who was deemed okay enough to be adoptable, but at the shelter he bit several people and they called SNMR to take him before he was PTS. Ernie lived at our director's house for several months, but after some space freed up at my house, I took him in to work with. Poor Ernie was really badly affected by conditions at the hoarder's house. Was very jumpy and scared. He'd been treated at the rescue twice for parasites but his fur continued to fall out. It's recently started growing back, and I can only wonder if that's because he's feeling much less stress. Intros with other rats didn't go well into he met Mariel. Love at first sight. Mariel is so gentle and kind with him and is just what Ernie needs. I can bring them so far, but having another rat to teach them how to be a rat works wonders. Ernie is starting to act like a "real" rat now
Begging for treats with Mariel. Before meeting her, he would never dream of greeting me at the cage door!
Yuri is still with me, and has only made minimal progress. This is the boy who was running loose outside for weeks in Florida before being caught and rat-training his way up the coast to me. He was neutered in May, which has helped keep him from getting uppity when he sees/smells other rats. He will sit in my lap now, or beside me on the floor, and tolerate me resting a hand gently on him. I can pet his head as long as he sees my hand coming. But his instinct it still to bite first, ask questions later. He is happy enough, but ultimately I still want to get him hand trained, and find a friend for him. But I hesitate to do intros with a rat when I cannot even handle the rat myself. Thoughts?
Livin' the life
Patrick, formerly "Meatball", was dropped off at Animal Control last year with his former cagemate "Spaghetti", now
Barnabee, Jr. Someone said they were brothers, but Patrick seems much older than Barnabee, who is very much an excited, youthful boy (so much so that he was fast tracked to the vet for neuter). Wondered if they might be father and son, but who knows. Someone adopted Barnabee, and AC told us Patrick was aggressive with other rats and had been at the shelter long enough that he was in danger of PTS soon. So I took him. Patrick isn't wild about other rats, and has some resp issues. AC said owner dropped him off and reported a history of resp. He's developed a URI recently and is on abs for it. Patrick is the sweetest old guy you'll ever meet. All he wants is to snuggle up with a person and be loved.
Patrick
Barnabee's new adoptive home apparently found him to be too rambunctious, and returned him to AC within a week. So we took him, too. His neuter was in July but he's still quite a bit uppity. He's been going through slow intros with my group of girls (yes, Morgan has finally caved and made a habit of taking in girls, too...). Barnabee is named after one of my very first rats, another agoutie hooded guy named Barnaby. He's so much like him - rambunctious, busy, always on the go.
Barnabee Jr.
The Girls
Anyone who has followed me on the Shack knows that, with the exception of Queen Mariel, I do not take in girls. I would feel obligated to spay all newcomers, and that's not always something I can afford. And working to socialize and introduce single males to happy groups is my focus. A family contact us earlier in the year because they were moving over seas and couldn't find a home for their 3 girls, who couldn't go with them. SNMR tried to place them, but the day of the family's departure was upon us so we took them in. Rather, I took them in, as fosters. I don't know why I bother calling rats "fosters" since my track record with fosters is almost exclusively foster-to-adopt. I fell hard for these girls, so they reside here now. They turned 1 yr old on Sept. 1.
When I met the woman surrendering the girls, she told me their names and said "The rex is named Curly". None of the rats she gave me were rexes. She said the black hoodie was the "rex", or that's what the breeder told her. (She refused to tell me the name of the breeder.)
Miss Curly Eugene is a tiny little thing, even for a girl. She has a couple of whiskers that are slightly bent, so I guess that's the "rex" in her, lol. She is tiny, but FIERCE and takes no crap from anyone. Her full name honors our departed but very dear hoodie boy Eugene, who was not with us nearly long enough but was so very like this little girl.
Curly
Flash is the troublemaker of this trio. She is bold and adventurous, but somehow manages to find herself at the bottom of the hierarchy within the cage lol. She has been a great rat ambassador with the rescue and helps us out with our fundraising. She's on facebook, if anyone needs a cute new friend
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009243653327&fref=ts
Squeakers is not the biological sister of Curly and Flash. The family adopted her several weeks later from a feeder bin in Hampton. Not sure of her age, but she's a bit more mellow and definitely very motherly/big sisterly to these two girls. Squeaks is clearly the rock of common sense in this gang.
On their 1st birthday (don't worry, they only have a little bit, human ate the rest of it)
The girls
And last but not least, little unnamed Micro Eye Boy. SNMR sat at Travelin's Rat's booth at the Virginia Beach Pet Expo last month. Another local group had brought rats for adoption. The lady who runs the group is the one who referred Yuri and Mariel to me. During a slow point in the day, she brought this little guy over and asked me if I would be interested in taking him, since he apparently gets along with no one. As soon as I had him in my lap, I could not say no. He's an odd little fellow, walks with a tilt and is bald around his belly/groin. Treated with revolution in case mites are the issue. I'm not sure he sees very well out of the tiny eye. Now that he's settled in a bit, he's a lot more relaxed and very excited about exploring. Needs a name! Mom suggested Squint Eastwood, but um...no. I am going to start intros this weekend either with Barnabee Jr, The Girls, or possibly Mariel and Ernie. Excluding fosters, he is officially Rat #40 to come live with me since I first started taking care of these animals. (This was good justification for me to agree to take him - can't have my rat career end on an odd number like 39, right?)