Last night, the foster mom drove down to my house. with her, she brought two boys destined for a forever home in GA, and, in her own deluxe passenger suite, rode my tiny one-eyed Winkie. Despite being quite against being grabbed, when she was finally introduced to my shoulder, she managed to get herself quite happily tangled in my braid. Not five minutes after foster mom wondered aloud if boggling would be a problem for a one eyed rat, Winkie began to brux, followed by some boggling. I wish I could have seen it, but she was behind my neck.

she loves her cage, she gets along famously with two of my three other rats, and she apparently enjoys the food that i serve since most of it was gone in the morning.

Expect a picture or two tonight.