Mum, randomly, bought me a rat. This is now the fifth rat living (with invitation) in our house (excluding brothers) which means one more and the rat population of our house will have overtaken the human population (including brothers).
Apparently it’s a joint rat, i.e. it belongs to me AND her, which means she will be taken off my hands when I go to uni and mum’s offered to clean it out once a week… I have no idea why. Well, ok, so now I have a problem. I said I’d never keep a caged animal again.
Mum claims rats are different, and I have to admit they’re a lot more sociable than gerbils which means I can have her out all the time while I’m working rather than her sitting in a cage all of her life. But I’m still not sure about having another pet. Pet’s are great for company but there are problems with them. They can smell, they need feeding and watering all the time, they can get ill which means vets bills and they die, which is very sad.
I’ve agreed to give her trial and see what it’s like to own a rat, and she’s been named Galaxy (this means I can say “here gal, here gal” for short). This is crazy, why do I want another pet?
Went out for a meal with my grandparents today which turned into a 3 HOUR shopping spree too which I really didn’t have time for, especially waiting half an hour for a refund on a potted plant or something in homebase because the special offer didn’t show up on the till properly!
When I got home it was already getting very late but I finished a letter to a company and did a lot of my CV from scratch. Not much DT work done though 🙁
Now my eyes are hurting and its time for bed.
lauperr is coming round tomorrow.