First of all, I hope that you have all had a lovely Christmas (or Solstice, Saturnalia, Festivus… however you celebrate this time of year). Christmas Day is a double celebration in our ratty household as it’s also Samhain & Saturnalia’s birthday.
This year we decided to forego the usual attempts to interest the little darlings in opening presents. I have a selection of treats and chew toys and will give them something new every few days. The big cage got a new Nut Knot Nibbler on Sunday morning after cage cleaning and had dismantled it completely by teatime, so it’s safe to say they’ve got the hang of those now.
On Christmas morning I gave the big cage their Christmas Tree:
They seem to be more bemused by it than anything else. By now I’d expected it to be in pieces but it’s just been a bit nibbled here and there. The other cage is a bit small for that sort of thing so they had some blueberry treats instead.
Christmas dinner was more readily demolished:
And the grown-ups got their dinner too, of course, but tried to eat it while staying in bed:
Sadly, this is the last photo of our lovely old gentleman Hawkeye. He had been slowing down for some time and had Hind Leg Degeneration, so sometimes his determination to get somewhere or do something was let down by his back legs’ refusal to co-operate with his wishes. For a few weeks now I’d been giving him Complan made with rice milk every evening to keep him nourished and hydrated as I was concerned that he wasn’t managing to eat and drink as well as he had been, and he would guzzle the Complan happily then carry on as normal. Last night, however, he was very unresponsive and seemed as though he had had enough. He drank a little Complan but wasn’t very interested. As he had tucked in to Christmas dinner earlier in the day I did wonder whether he just wasn’t hungry, but he seemed to be drifting away as I looked at him. After cuddling him for a while I popped him back with his ladies for the night. This morning he had gone, as I’d expected, to join his brother Radar, who was no doubt very pleased to see him.
So a rather sad end to our Christmas, but I’m glad that he chose his own time and went when he was warm, comfy and had a tummy full of chicken, veggies and gravy. Sleep tight, Hawkeye. You were one in a million.