I’m not really one for babies.
Whenever I’m around a baby, my maternal instincts make a break for the hills – leaving me standing there like an awkward lamp.
When someone tries to hand me their baby, I immediately become paralyzed with fear.
I do not know what to do when a baby cries. It freaks me the fuck out.
I just can’t do babies.
With that being said, I still have these really strong maternal urges when it comes to animals.
I have this need to continuously adopt more animals.
Nurturing and protecting these small, vulnerable beings fills a subconscious void for me.
Coming home to my pets fills me with a deep sense of comfort and calmness.
“Love is a four-legged word”
And in the end, that is all I really need. :)
I despise people who labour under the misconception that rats are filthy, diseased creatures that need to be exterminated in the cruellest of ways.
I never in my life thought that adopting 2 rats could brighten up my life in so many ways.
I mean, how can you say no to this?
We got Max (The brown hooded one) about 10 months ago and then 4 months down the line – after a considerable amount of nagging the boyfriend; we got Ben (The pink eyed, white one).
What I did not know was just how much attention and care rats actually require.
Besides making sure they have enough food and fresh water daily, you also have to ensure that their cage and litter box (Yes, they are actually potty trained) gets cleaned every day.
And if like me, you like to spoil your furry children with custom made beds and hammocks, you need to wash those every week, because unfortunately they love to mark EVERYTHING.
Living in unhygienic conditions can be detrimental to their health.
Like most pets, rats also require a lot of attention and interaction. They are highly intelligent, affectionate and each have their own, unique little personalities.
There’s nothing better than coming home after a shitty day and hugging your furbabies.
Perhaps one day my dreams of owning 20 rats will be fulfilled.