Fred and George

I have a Fred and George. The first of the two rats was named George by my sister, after the Weasley twin from Harry Potter of course. Well George had been getting quite lonely in her massive cage, all on her lonesome. Even with my dad doting on her, hehehe. Anyway, when we were in Bathurst we decided it was a good time to get George a Fred. So we went to the pet shop out in Kelso, and asked if they had any female rats. "Of course" was the reply. Lovely. Then the woman tried to sell us a male rat. Hmm.


Anyway, long story short, some kids had been in earlier in the day and were playing with the rats. The young male was put in the female enclosure by one of them, without the shopkeepers noticing. Anyway, my first thought was "how does someone working in a pet shop NOT know how to tell the difference between a boy rat and a girl rat?" Then they offered us the oldest female. So my next thought was "well she's probably preggers again since the make was in there, and I don't want a pregnant rat". So we got a very young female, and we named her Fred.


Fred is very cute, and quite obnoxious. Poor George doesn't get a break with Fred running all around the cage, jumping on George, wrestling George, and so on. When George gets tired of Fred, she'll bite her and head as far away as she can. Then 10 minutes later you can walk past and see the two rats curled up together asleep, George with a front leg over the younger rat. It's been good for George to take on a mother role, especially considering she won't be able to have any baby rats of her own, what with the problems she has and all.


But George does seem much more lively and happy now, and Fred has most definately settled in.