“MOM!” They are squealing, “You HATE us!”
“I don’t hate you,” I tell them.
“You never write about us anymore!”
“I do too,” I lie. They don’t have access to a computer so I thought I could fool them.
I was wrong.
“You never check our e-mail, and you never write about us anymore!” They said again.
“Okay, okay,” I told them. “I’ll write about you more often!”
“You better,” they said, “Or else.”
I’m not sure what the “or else” is in this case, but I think they might nap me to death…..
I guess I should start by mentionining that I’m down to TWO rats now.
I went to clean their cage one day, and One of Two was lying in her cage, dead, with Francis curled up on top of her. It was very sudden, as she hadn’t shown any signs of sickness at all. I suppose it could only have been old age finally catching up with her.
RIP ONE OF TWO