If that wet your rat toothed whistle...
...well you know, if ya got the time and stuff.
If that wet your rat toothed whistle...
...well you know, if ya got the time and stuff.
Rats are actually pretty good little pets. I wish I hadn't developed an allergy to them. Kind of.
I have to admit though that as cool as rats can be, I would never love them as much as I love my cats or my future dog or my husband.
I had my fill of rats in L.A., whether I saw them run across power lines or was gifted with one by Mao. I don't think they're cool in any way.
He's better off without her. Unless she's had every last one of them spayed or neutered, she's contributing to an animal population in an irresponsible way and creating potentially hazardous living conditions for herself and her neighbors if she isn't taking care of them properly. (Same thing applies to Crazy Cat People who keep 124 cats around the house. It's unhealthy.)
But most importantly, she's made it clear where her priorities lie, and they're not with her husband. I feel badly for him because he didn't count on her affinity for rats to become obsessive.
Rats on a stick? Rodent Rotisserie?
nom nom nom
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