This is my rat. I like it almost as much as I like my Busy Bee, whom I tell everything to. I used to share all my secrets with my rat but he betrayed me once and now things aren’t the same.
You see, while this is my rat, he’s not the first rat in my life. My favorite of all rats, Rat Number One was swayed to the dark side by that buff-colored cat, Miss Newton who took Rat Number One and made it her
I apologize for that vulgar word. You didn’t need to hear that. It’s just,…that rat made me so mad! I hear Miss Newton carries it everywhere, up and down the stairs, from room to room, into the kitchen to snuggle with under the dining table. Mind you, I haven’t seen that in person, and I don’t want to either! She loves on him and is probably eeking secrets out of him all the time. Typical. Rats aren’t be trusted. That’s why even though I keep this one close, he isn’t my bestest rat. I know someday he’ll join Rat Number One and so the secrets I tell him…are fibs. Well, mostly.
He’s second rat around here and I’m not going to let him forget it. At least, that’s what I tell him.