I feel like a horrible one. I've owned 6 rats in the past, and this just doesn't seem right.
I own a baby girl (nameless). She's tiny - about the size of my palm. We bought her from the pet store. They breed and raise rats for food. When I asked if they had any, they said "Oh, yeah!" went into the back, and got this tiny travel cage with two babies in it. They asked "Live or frozen?" I freaked out and said "No, no. For a pet!" and they said "Oh." and went and grabbed a 10G tank with about 6 adults and 20+ barely-furred babies. We looked through the babies and picked out this little girl.
Anyway. She's alone. At night, she gets a rice-filled sock that is lightly heated in the microwave. She has a "treasure-chest" with a book cover in it for padding that she curls into sometimes. She has a water bottle and a food bowl - both of which I clean out and refill every day. She eats a mixture of seeds and pellets and is offered fruits and veggies through out the day (of which she shows no interest in as of yet). She is out from the minute I wake up until the minute I go to sleep. She lives in a 10G tank. I'm building a removable second level and putting in a hammock. I clean out her bedding whenever I notice it's dirty.
She acts like I'm her mother. She comes when she's called (I click my tongue because she's nameless), and LOVES to sleep in my arms.
I feel like I'm abusing her, though. However, sometimes I feel like she's lucky that she has me, because she could be in a snake's stomach right now.
So, what do you guys think?
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