My mom is a kindergarten teacher and for the last few years she has had this rat named George in her class. He is such a neat rat. I swear this rat has personality. He knows his name, and comes to greet me when I call him. If I comb his back he sits real still and squints his eyes like "oooooooooo that's the spot". He's like a mini dog. He really is a crack up.
Last weekend while I was camping my mom sent me a text saying "I think George is dieing". I was so sad. I didn't want George to die. Then a while later she sent another text "He's ok, he must have had a stroke because he has no use of his hind legs."
Funny side note: Any animal that my parents have in their house looses control of their back end. Katie lost her poop control, Wyatt lost control, and now George. My mom and I seriously think there is a curse on their house of some sort.
So now poor ol' George drags his back end around his cage. It's really sad because his name is "George of the Jungle" because of how active he used to be. Now he's "George of the Drag"
My mom and dad had him in their spare room with the door closed because Maggy was always bugging him. So tonight I decided to bring him home with me.
My dad was so mad. He said "What makes you think you can just take him?" You know what my answer was "The same reason your wife came into my house and just TOOK Elvis!" He didn't have much to say after that.
So I brought George home with me. George likes me. Even my mom says me and that Rat have a special relationship. I know, I'm sick and probably need help.
I cleaned out his cage and decided that he needed some shelter because rats like to burrow and sense George is special now and can't burrow I needed to help him. So the only box I could find that would be the right size was a Kotex box.
George loves his new Kotex house!
So now we have a rat. But not just any old rat!
Here is George checking out his new house.
In this picture you can see George's cripled legs and hands. Poor George.
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