My equally demonic sister has a whole collection of rodents dressed in holiday clothes that she puts up around her house. There's a mouse Santa Claus and mouse Mrs. Claus and mice elves and a miniature Christmas village with mice, and some rat Cinderella coachmen in pink waistcoats and rats in red velvet vests and more rats, wearing frilly red-and-white nightshirts and nightcaps and holding little candles, leading you up the steps to bed.
Her whole family sounds kewl, what happened to her?
"Her whole family sounds kewl, what happened to her?"
Must have been dropped by a nurse...
"Her whole family sounds kewl, what happened to her?"
God has a way of putting people in their own private hell. Some call it poetic justice.
JH
Even the best litters have a runt.
A friend of mine's little daughter wanted rats for Christmas. We had a BALL fixing up the tiny little rats with Christmas hats and stuff - it was a rat Christmas wedding, as I recall, with a bride and groom and tons of little rat attendants.
I like making soft-sculpture dolls, so I made her a rat doll about a foot tall, out of grey velvet I had left over from something or other. I dressed it in full Elizabethan attire - stiff brocade, a big pleated ruff, a little three cornered hat to match the dress, etc.
Naturally, we named it "Mary Queen of Rats".
Ol' Mo is missing out on tons of fun.