The Kingdom of Peas

Little Tallulah Has Gone to Get Her Wings

 

Poppy here. We are all very sad here today. My beautiful big sister has gone to rat cabin to get her wings. She had a little stroke and was all wobbly, but the vet gave her some medicine and we all hoped that she'd get better. Mom gave her cuddles for hours today, and she bruxed and boggled and really enjoyed it. She went to sleep in the cosy cup and was all toasty and warm. Then she suddenly woke up and had a really big stroke and was gone just like that. I miss my big squish Tallulah... She was my best friend.

We Have a New Den!

 

Poppy here! Mom has been buying stuff. This is a good thing because we get new hammocks and nibbles and all sorts of things. Today mom and dad made us a new den, with snuggly parts and a tent to nap in. Tallulah inspected the hammock section and made sure the riggin' was up to rat union standards, then approved it for regular usage and congratulated mom on her construction skills.

Then, I spotted it... the box that some of mom's stuff arrived in! And what a thing of beauty it was too! There's nothing like a good, sturdy box, especially one filled with snugglables. I gave it a good sniff before giving it the all clear, then we both had a mooch inside.

After all the excitement, Tallulah felt the need for a big nibble on her vegetable cake. Then it was time for a nap. Today has been a very good day for snugglies and nibbles and good, sturdy boxes.

Goodbye Treats and All Things Yummy

 

Tallulah here! Poppy had to go to see the vet last Thursday, to have her check-up before her operation (she is going into hospital to be spayed on Wednesday... I will come back to that in a bit). Anyway, what do you think the vet accused me of? Having a fat bum! I have to go on a diet! I am going to be robbed of my best nibbles until my bum is smaller. I wasn't impressed. I tried to muster a battalion of poo parcels while I was there, and I did manage a significant number. But then I also dropped a few in the carry case after we left, which was a bad idea because I was stuck in that carry case all the way home. So was Poppy, who gave me accusing looks and tutted a lot. Note to self: Do not leave poo parcels in confined spaces you can't escape from.

Back to Poppy and her spaying. Having the operation really cuts down on the risk of us ratties getting lumps later in life. Lumps aren't good, especially when they grow in your tummy bits or your noggin. So, in the long run, Poppy will have a healthier life and probably a longer one too. So she'll be around to cause trouble for a long time yet!

Back to my bum. I have heard mom and dad talking about raiding my secret stashes, so I have to go and barricade my hidey places. I'll keep you posted on my bum's progress.