Ratties do not like the hot weather

oooh no they do not. Especially when it's a series of near-fatal temperatures. Playtimes are short, if at all, and they're stuck in a room with a horrible air conditioner that recycles air. Unfortunately, as the aircon is in the lounge (and they do NOT get playtime in there) and the average temp in the rest of the house was "fuck off", they've been kinda stuck in the cage going crazy despite our best efforts. Even started having a few nasty arguments - poor Muse has some nasty nips on her shoulder, and over-grooming has occurred with some of the more neurotic buggers (although, oddly enough, not with Missy).

BUT! Come the cool change! The bedroom is open! And ratty heaven commences!

Oatmeal and lanolin conditioner massages, followed by tiny chocolate buds, then three glorious hours of roaming madness, noses quivering at the flywire over the open door, window sills investigated thoroughly, humans groomed, pirate ships toppled and floofies flung everywhere while the cage is briskly scrubbed and sparkling. A bowl of granola and almond cereal to gnaw on while roaming about, a big old troll blanket to snuggle under with mummy and tiny chicken sammiches to thieve and giggle over. Cardboard rolls to continue demolishing, open draws of rat bedding to fall asleep in, giggle balls full of rice bubbles to bat about and shoulders to perch upon and stare imperiously from.

They all happily clambered back into their cage at the end of playtime for a giant bowl of nibble and gnaw (usually their sunday treat, but dammit, they've earned it) and a happy paddle in their wash bowl. Spoiled, sleek, giggling and minking.

Gotta love it :)

Ratties do not like the hot weather

oooh no they do not. Especially when it's a series of near-fatal temperatures. Playtimes are short, if at all, and they're stuck in a room with a horrible air conditioner that recycles air. Unfortunately, as the aircon is in the lounge (and they do NOT get playtime in there) and the average temp in the rest of the house was "fuck off", they've been kinda stuck in the cage going crazy despite our best efforts. Even started having a few nasty arguments - poor Muse has some nasty nips on her shoulder, and over-grooming has occurred with some of the more neurotic buggers (although, oddly enough, not with Missy).

BUT! Come the cool change! The bedroom is open! And ratty heaven commences!

Oatmeal and lanolin conditioner massages, followed by tiny chocolate buds, then three glorious hours of roaming madness, noses quivering at the flywire over the open door, window sills investigated thoroughly, humans groomed, pirate ships toppled and floofies flung everywhere while the cage is briskly scrubbed and sparkling. A bowl of granola and almond cereal to gnaw on while roaming about, a big old troll blanket to snuggle under with mummy and tiny chicken sammiches to thieve and giggle over. Cardboard rolls to continue demolishing, open draws of rat bedding to fall asleep in, giggle balls full of rice bubbles to bat about and shoulders to perch upon and stare imperiously from.

They all happily clambered back into their cage at the end of playtime for a giant bowl of nibble and gnaw (usually their sunday treat, but dammit, they've earned it) and a happy paddle in their wash bowl. Spoiled, sleek, giggling and minking.

Gotta love it :)