Very. Bad. Rats.
The rats are driving us nuts. They refuse to get up and interact with us at any kind of a reasonable hour (i.e., before 11:00 pm or so). As soon as we try to go to sleep, they start banging the cage and making the most terrible racket from downstairs, which I am sure is loud enough for the neighbours to hear. I got up, and tried to bribe them with nuts. Tried to go back to sleep. Woke up again to something that sounded like gnomes demolishing a wall coming from downstairs. Woke Phil (misery loves company), stomped downstairs angrily and tried to pad the cage with newspapers so they couldn’t shake it so badly. No such luck. Got up, let them out to play, and sat drinking scotch until 2:30 am. I am tired and VERY cranky today.
Oh, and once last night I looked up from my book to see Aja’s ass wiggling, tail hanging down, as she tried to wedge her fat body over the flue into the inside of the fireplace. I jumped up, grabbed her tail, and tried to drag her out. These are very large, very strong animals – I wasn’t having much luck, aside from refusing to let go, which put us at a stalemate. I tried to pull her hind legs, but they felt too breakable to really pull on. I finally pulled her down far enough to break her hold on the edge of the flue or damper or whatever it was, whereupon she turned on me and bit me. Fair enough, no hard feelings – I figured I couldn’t blame her.
At that point, however, I herded them back into the cage. Any thoughts on how to keep a steel dog cage from rattling? I kept reminding them that people raise them for meat in Africa, and at that wee hour of the morning BBQ’d rat was looking pretty damn good. Little bastards.