Monday, February 27, 2006

My Overactive Imagination is Why I Don't Need to Have Kids

Well, shit. Belay most of my doom and gloom rat talk. There's still a slight chance that something more serious may be wrong with him, but according to vet type people, all signs point to a bad combination of stress, not eating, cold houses, and possibly being irritated by allergens and/or dust from changing out his cage, which in turn led to him stressing and not eating at all and getting sluggish and shaky.

Which spiralled further into suckitude when we hauled him to the vet and his already empty gas tank couldn't deal with the added stress, so he basically shut down and went into shock.

Opposite of props to the emergency clinic, for not immediately forcing some fluids and nutrition into him. Way to almost kill our otherwise apparently okay rat. Too bad he's a stubborn little mofo and hung around long enough for ScurvyWife and I to finally try squeezing some food in him, as a last ditch effort

And just to ensure that Felicia never, ever reads my blog again, here are some pictures of Sherman. Only thing worse than useless baby pictures on a poker blog are pictures of a damn rat on a poker blog:





7 comments:

Bloody P said...

It really IS a rat!

And damn! He's pretty cute, too (it's the last pic that got me)!

I hope he has a full recovery and keeps bringing you joy.

Now if you could get him to eat my obnoxious cat...

April said...

Oh for the love of; he's actually pretty cute. Can't believe I just said that about a rat... ;)

Hope he's feeling better very soon.

StudioGlyphic said...

Crazy. A rat!

cc said...

Classic Felicia spew! You could have rented a kid to also include in the photo. Your rat should also hold a sign that says, "If this is poker, then why did you deal me four cards?"

The Litvak said...

Wow, he's "The Secret of NIMH" cute.

Human Head said...

I never thought I'd say this about a rat, but that thing is pretty damn cute.

TripJax said...

T'is a fine rat, from all angles.