Everyone gets presents, including the rats. After all, they’re part of our family, so why shouldn’t they? When I was growing up we had dogs, and the dogs always had presents at Christmas too. Tess, the dog my parents acquired just before I went to University, loved Christmas almost as much as my dad did. When the presents were being distributed on Christmas morning she would lie beside my dad’s chair, wagging her tail every time a present was placed in front of her. Then she waited patiently as we opened ours, until someone came over to open hers for her at which point she would start to get excitable, hoping no doubt for a tasty treat or a new squeaky toy. She had several squeaky toys and could tell them apart, so if you told her to fetch the banana she would ignore the snowman and the newspaper… not stupid, that dog.
So, the rats get presents. Usually my mum gets them a little box of treats, and we get some toys and treats for them too. Once or twice we have tried wrapping the gifts up for the rats to ‘open’ and I’ve found a series of photos of the results – some more impressive than others. 2006 seems to have been a good year – we had 6 girls that Christmas, who after some initial hesitation soon got the idea that the things covered in shiny paper were interesting and worth investigating.
In 2007 we still had 6 girls but the population had been entirely replaced. Some of these girls had only been with us a couple of months and were still getting used to their surroundings, which may explain they reluctance to get involved with our daft games. But they still got their treats in the end.
This year the kids have some treats to look forward to, as well as a Carrot Play Patch (though what they’ll make of that I don’t know). With luck, there may be photos in a week or so’s time.
Seasons greetings to anyone who happens past this little blog, and may Santa bring you something lovely.