Little Fella couldn’t hold out any longer. He was still alive (I think) when I got up, though after I had watched the Charlie’s Angels movie and showered, I found him dead. I’m sad, though I knew it was coming. It’s when they suddenly die without warning and surprise you that you’re the hardest hit. It’s still a sad thing. He was a good rat. I took his last picture yesterday of him sleeping. When Tom gets up he’ll be laid to rest with Scuttles, Houdini, Ratsy, Little Buddy and Oreo.

As for the movie; it wasn’t as good as I was hoping it’d be. Except for a few funny parts, it was mostly centered around the producers, the making of the show, and of course, Farrah. Polls said she was the favorite. She was way ahead of Jaclyn who was just a little ahead of Kate. It’s funny how the first angel they picked for the show (Kate), and who was the show’s star, turned out to be one of the least-liked angels.

They seemed to get along for the most part, yet at the same time, Kate seemed a little jealous of Farrah. The actress playing Kate didn’t look like her, but she had her voice and dyky attitude and mannerisms down to a T. In fact, she sounded so much like her that at times I wondered if the real Kate supplied the voice for this character.

Farrah said she loved Kate, but that she was so bossy. I can totally believe it, as well as the part where Kate protests wearing a bikini and says, “We’re private dicks, not purring pussies!” I can also see her taking fits in her trailer over certain parts of the script.

I also got a kick out of how she told Time magazine off when they came to do interviews when they were just about to go on their lunch break. The Time guy was like, “But I have a deadline!” and Kate tells him that’s not her problem and to come along ladies, referring to Farrah and Jackie, so they could go eat lunch.

Then there was the time this guy was going through racks of clothing with her and everything he picked was all wrong. She’s telling him, “Too low, too sheer, too short,” then when he picks a bikini, she goes. “Over my dead body,” and grabs a black turtleneck herself. Yes, she was famous for those turtlenecks, though I personally found her sexy even in those body-clinging things and she looked hot in black.

When I was watching the chick who was brushing her hair in her trailer, I was like, now why couldn’t that have been me? But then I was like nah, I’d have wanted to do more than brush her hair. Much, much more.

Haiku departed Jackson, Mississippi a few hours ago.

It got up to 85º in here yesterday.

I really, really hope I don’t see any pigs cruising by today. That was a very disturbing sight, and if I see them today too, I’m really going to get suspicious.

Later…

We buried Little Fella a little while ago.

I’m sorry to say the trailer in back has returned, only because they’ve been going in and out constantly for water in that loud truck. And of course they always, always have to go by the house. They can’t go up Meadow Green, away from us. I’m pretty sure someone’s living in the trailer at this point. Besides, I saw a light on in it last night.

Later…

Haiku’s now just two states away in Mesquite, Texas! It’s both fun and exciting to track her journey out to me. I think she’s going to make it after all.

It’s getting rather toasty in here. I think we’re going to need the AC for a while. I even turned the cold water control on the water dispenser. I had it off during the colder weather, keeping it at room temperature. The only one I leave on all the time is the hot water.

I’ve been calling Little Guy Blondie with his coloring and all. He’s so cute, though brown rats are my favorite. Brown that’s not overly dark like Baldilocks. And I like smoother, flatter fur better than the coarse fur with cowlicks.