I log back on today to post a few pics, and see you've stopped by.
Haha. Yes, they're home. They've lived more places than most military brats, but now they're home for good.
I've had a couple of days to look at them and get to know them so far.
The foster had the boys long enough to start with the neutral territory intros w/ Clara. Clara and Luster were already starting to get along, while Waddel and she were still figuring each other out. I took advantage of the Terrible Horrible Car Ride Monster and let them all three ride in the same cage so they could further bond over their shared terror. It seemed to have done the trick. There's still some minor face pushing going on, but I'm also catching the three of them sleeping together most of the time.
Just for the sake of anyone reading this thread out of context from the other threads mentioning these kids I'll reshare their backstory a bit:
Clara was born on Christmas Eve 2012 as an oops litter from a pet shop female who was purchased in one of those typical get 12 for the price of 1 accidental pregnancies so common in pet store purchases. Clara was wicked hormonal so I requested her to be spayed. She's already so much calmer and exhibiting an impressive aptitude for problem solving and a very restless spirit. I was warned I'd have to watch her like a hawk because she would find a way to get into trouble at any opportunity. Because I thought she could benefit from having her busy mind engaged in tasks, I started clicker training last night, and she's picking it up already.
Then of course my two College Boys.
Clara was named for a Dr Who character thanks to my sons. The College Boys were named after haunted buildings on the campus where they were rescued: Waddel Hall and Lustrat House. My inner 12 year old snickered at Lust-rat, though the proper pronunciation is "LehSTRAHT"...and by extension his nickname is the french "Lehster" with my tongue tucked in my cheek. Waddel Hall was "Wah-DEL", but to me he's Waddle.
Their story wasn't so silly though. They were purchased from a feeder bin as a college prank where they were released into a women's dorm. They survived that, but the College boys who caught them smuggled them back to their own dorm and started a betting pool to see who would have the privilege of dispatching of the rats horrifically now that their prank usefulness was over. An awesome young man present chewed out the mouthbreathers and claimed the rats from them, where they ultimately made it to the Rat Rescue and then to me.
The foster volunteers at the rescue did some great work on socializing everyone. Waddel came out of his girl's dorm adventure with a broken tail. The bones are completely separated so the last inch of his tail flops around loosely. They considered amputation, but the vet said there was still a good blood supply and Waddel wasn't in pain, so he elected to leave it. Even with this and everything else, Waddel somehow came out of it all completely people bonded. When frightened, he runs straight to the nearest human and begs for protection. He prefers hanging out with us and is already an accomplished sleeve diver and shoulder jockey. I've missed having boys too, because his big muscular bulk just feels good to hold. He's got this tiny little head and these giant birthing hips. His fur is as soft as can be and he loves tunneling under my chin and hair. He's my first pink eyed rat, so his poor vision is interesting to get used to.
Luster is the youngest at 4 months, and still a sleek weasel bodied boy, which fits his little mink self. He's still got a bit of the twitchy skittish juvenile in him, and bolts at the first noise. I was told he's a sweet little guy though: Reserved but curious. They described him as the most laid back so I will assume that a lot of the twitchiness is just him still settling in. I haven't handled him much and want to give him all the time in the world to decide I'm okay.
I did get some poor pictures. In addition to my three rats I came home with the walls of a martin's playpen donated to me because Amy the Rescue Angel told me that I may need the extra space to satisfy Clara's high energy and intelligence. It was missing the manufactured lid that goes with it, so I went to Lowe's yesterday and picked up some hardware cloth and redneck engineered a flip top lid for the playpen. Hardware cloth, clamped c-rings, zip ties, bungee cords, and yardsticks. The only thing missing is duct tape.
Anyway, here's some shots of the cage and the rat kids gracing me with glimpses of their ADHD antics.
Luster likes soy yogurt:
Another of Luster. Beep Beep Zoom:
Hi Waddel you little snow angel you:
Waddel zooming by. Note the tiny head and big hiney.
Hoodie girl Tiny Clara peeking out:
Aaand, two seconds later, peaking out from another location:
And, just because, here's the big playpen. 44x44x24: