The amazing true story about what happend on friday.   Leave a comment

Okay, let’s start with the details: Our oven has a rat-sized space under it. I have a wooden play kitchen with another rat-sized space under it. Okay, to the story! I was just walking in the kitchen, when I just out-of-nowhere (or Iceland, which ever came first.), I looked under the oven. I was halfway to a heart attack! I saw a twitching pink nose and whiskers! I was just about to tell my mom that we had wild mice, when she yelled, “The rats are loose in the room somewhere!” I found my dad and told him to get me some oats. He gave me some granola and we ran to the oven. I sprinkled a little granola in front of the oven and Coco, one of my rats, crawled out. I dumped most of the granola in front of her, and put one hand behind it and one at the end of Coco’s tail. I scooped her up and put her in the cage. We had gotten Coco, but where was Buttons? My dad and mom were waiting in the rat room, next to the play kitchen. My dad pointed under it. “We need to get Buttons.” He said. This is gonna be tricky, I thought. Buttons was shyer than Coco, And we only had seven pieces of granola left. We tried the granola trick, but it didn’t work. My dad started to move the play kitchen, and guess what?!? The noise scared Buttons enough that she ran up the cage wall! Big mistake, for her! I put one hand behind her, gently but firmly held her legs, and then scooped my other hand under her belly. I held her until my dad opened the cage door and I put her in.


Now both ratties are safely in their cage (Hopefully). And so… the end, I guess (unless they escaped again). Well, We’re just lucky they didn’t go into the basement or one (or both) of are attics.



Posted October 16, 2010 by animalluvgirl366 in rats

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