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After TWO NIGHTS, I've -already- fucked up.
Last night, after staying late here at work to do some ratty research, I found out that babies need as much contact as you can give them, especially at first when you acquire them. So I"m all excited, I go home, and snag Nicodemus, my more skittish, (read constantly, utterly freaked out by me) gray and white ratling. I pick him up, he struggles, I hold him to me for a moment, and then he shoots loose of my hands, zips up my shoulder, springboards off it a foot and a half to the top of their cage, streaks across that, and jumps down onto the desk that's in the room, and from there, God knows where. ... I have gone from upset and worried to pissed off and back again so many times I can't count, and now, a mixture of these, I have spent a long night with their cage on my floor, food and water outside it, his little brother inside it, going back and forth between sleep and mock-sleep, hoping to catch a glimpse of him coming back to his bro-bro or to take a bite of food or get a drink of water. I dreamt about catching him 5 times last night, (outside of a very "SAW"-like dream), and each one felt so real I could swear I actually caught him all 5 times... The scrabbling, the clawing, the squeaking, frantic wriggling and writhing of his soft, furry body.. :((( The room is full of things he can hide in or behind, ther's an open heating/air duct that's been blocked for a long time by layers of towels, and aside from the bedroom door itself, which has also been heavily cloth-blocked now, I -think- I've taken care of all of his options of egress... I saw him once again streaking across the back wall as I searched for him again last night before I slept, but since then, both my guys have been maddeningly quiet. If I hadn't seen him myself w/my own two eyes, I'd sear Shado had escaped, too. I spent most of the night w/Shads in my hoodie w/me, and that was relly nice, but now I'm scared to death Nico's either down some hole in the wall somewhere, or has found his way into one of the ravenous gullets of the households FOUR cats.
Gall-dammit, Nico. Come the fuck hom, and get back in your damned cage. I miss you, and I know Shado misses you, too.
Fraggin', razzafrazzin' panick-rat. Now I'm gonna worry all day, just liked I worried all night. God I hope he's okay...........
Last night, after staying late here at work to do some ratty research, I found out that babies need as much contact as you can give them, especially at first when you acquire them. So I"m all excited, I go home, and snag Nicodemus, my more skittish, (read constantly, utterly freaked out by me) gray and white ratling. I pick him up, he struggles, I hold him to me for a moment, and then he shoots loose of my hands, zips up my shoulder, springboards off it a foot and a half to the top of their cage, streaks across that, and jumps down onto the desk that's in the room, and from there, God knows where. ... I have gone from upset and worried to pissed off and back again so many times I can't count, and now, a mixture of these, I have spent a long night with their cage on my floor, food and water outside it, his little brother inside it, going back and forth between sleep and mock-sleep, hoping to catch a glimpse of him coming back to his bro-bro or to take a bite of food or get a drink of water. I dreamt about catching him 5 times last night, (outside of a very "SAW"-like dream), and each one felt so real I could swear I actually caught him all 5 times... The scrabbling, the clawing, the squeaking, frantic wriggling and writhing of his soft, furry body.. :((( The room is full of things he can hide in or behind, ther's an open heating/air duct that's been blocked for a long time by layers of towels, and aside from the bedroom door itself, which has also been heavily cloth-blocked now, I -think- I've taken care of all of his options of egress... I saw him once again streaking across the back wall as I searched for him again last night before I slept, but since then, both my guys have been maddeningly quiet. If I hadn't seen him myself w/my own two eyes, I'd sear Shado had escaped, too. I spent most of the night w/Shads in my hoodie w/me, and that was relly nice, but now I'm scared to death Nico's either down some hole in the wall somewhere, or has found his way into one of the ravenous gullets of the households FOUR cats.
Gall-dammit, Nico. Come the fuck hom, and get back in your damned cage. I miss you, and I know Shado misses you, too.
Fraggin', razzafrazzin' panick-rat. Now I'm gonna worry all day, just liked I worried all night. God I hope he's okay...........
