I follow a wonderful rat blog, which— well, the internet is so craptastic here at Disney, it takes forever and a day to load pictures, let alone gifs or anything, so i haven’t been able to surf my dash as frequently.
But one blog I do keep up with is many-splendored-rat, because she is hilarious and has precious little rodent babies (mice and rats now! :D) And now that she’s talking about her rats, especially one who just died I’m like—
;A; Gosh I miss my babies. Ahhhh.
Apparently Watson lost a nail today while he and Sherlock were roughhousing/wrestling and oh gosh I want to be there to cuddle him and clean it up and tell him every thing will be okay. ;____; I know Jess is taking great care of them, so I’m not at all worried but dfjsjjjdjfl. BABBY WHY ARE YOU SO ACCIDENT-PRONE. My poor little Watson. Never as athletic or smart as Sherlock.
And then I would promptly call Sherlock an asshole which he is. (appropriately, for his name) Then he would come out and nibble my nose like he always does and start searching me for food, because really, what else am I good for? He’s never been a cuddler, that’s all Watson. Sherlock cares about mystery, adventure, and food. Mostly food. The only time he ever licks is when you’re holding him and he wants to be let down, so he tries to suck up so he can keep exploring. Or I suppose when there is Cheeto-dust or something equally yummy stuck to your fingers, then Sherlock will clean you up with his little ratty tongue.
Meanwhile another real-life friend has lost her rat of almost 2 years and just. ;o; oh goodness I’m a ball of mush about my rodents. I miss them and all their little quirks. I want to appreciate them while they’re here. They’re about a year and a half old now, so they hopefully have a while longer but you never know. ;;
I don’t even know if they’ll remember me by the time I come back from Disney to retrieve them in May. ;o; I hope they do! I picked you up and brought you home to Watson when you were all alone in the Petsmart bin, Sherlock, I especially hope you remember me!
I miss talking to them and telling them things like this too. Gosh talking to rodents, I’m glad I’m not the only one who does this. I’m just glad they have each other. They’re inseperable. I think they’re secretly gay lovers too, but then again rats just tend to hump and groom each other anyway, but I swear it’s like they’re an old married couple sometimes with the way they kick each other out of the box-bed and everything. And then Sherlock comes out like “I’M SORRY BABY, I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT. COME BACK TO BED.” And Watson reluctantly crawls back into the box. FFFF. AH I’M A CRAZY RAT LADY.
Eeee this is rambling, sorry. I’m sorry my blog seems to have become a lot of text posts, but as I’ve said, it’s the Internet I swear! I really miss reblogging stupid gifs, horrible memes and bad jokes, I do. I’m sorry! Instead you can have these for a couple of months.