Well, I wanted to veg out in bed with some coffee, since the Benadryl I had to take again made me groggy, but Dan wouldn’t let me. Yeah, it’s engine-gunning time. I’m sure he won’t quit for an hour or two either. What was weird was that I just watched the cock drive in, swing around and park in a makeshift carport-like thing he’s got, and then, without even getting out of the truck, he sat there gunning and gunning the engine. Tom said he could be trying to put a charge into a bad battery. Two or three times a week? I don’t know. I think he just wants the attention of anybody that’s within earshot of his shit.

We were out before the cock got home (it’s amazing but nice that God waited till we were done before letting Dan come home) burning trash. Tom didn’t pick up a metal burn drum today like he said he was going to. He says he will tomorrow, but we’ll see. Meanwhile, he dug a hole and we burned some stuff in there.

Later...

That was so much fun! I was just playing with Scuttles and totally had a blast. It was almost like playing with a kitten. Usually, he goes in short bursts, not for a whole hour. This time it was me who had a hard time keeping up with him, my heart was pounding so hard. He ran in and out of the cage. When he was out, he’d either climb all over me and crawl under my arms, or he’d explore other rooms. I try to keep him out of the offices cuz of all the wires in there. I have a baggy sweatshirt dress on now, and he loves to climb into the neck of it and out the sleeve. He’s so cute and so affectionate. He really really likes me and not just to come out and play. What’s neat about the rats too, is that they go home and settle down in a tube or something when they’re done. No other rodent that I can imagine would ever go back home. They’d not only want to come out and explore, but they’d want to escape altogether.

I don’t know if Ratsy’s as fond of Scuttles as I am. Twice that I know of, they’ve gotten into a fight, both no doubt started by Scuttles. It’s a dominance thing.

Also, Ratsy’s now starting to really act like the old man he is. He’s not wheeling anymore and he’s sleeping more. It’s sad watching him become less and less active, but that’s life.