Posted on 06/23/2006 11:46:19 AM PDT by Marius3188
Petaluma animal control workers expected to find a horde of cats when they knocked on the door of a 67-year-old man whose neighbor complained of stench. Instead, they stumbled onto a scene straight out the movie, "Willard."
About 1,000 pet rats -- ranging from 3-year-old adults to little, pink newborns -- shared the one-room house with Roger Dier.
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That makes me want to puke!
There you go, reading my mind again.
Having had pet rats myself, I can vouch for them as being great pets. But 1000! Ye Gads!
They are actually more intelligent than dogs, and are very social and playful.
This is a serious question, is there a specific name for this kind of mental illness? You hear stories about people with hundreds of cats living in squalor...and this kind of thing. It is a mental illness..
Must have been filming a "Rats Gone Wild" video.
Then I guess you don't want to see the pictures?
I didn't think it was possible to get 1000 democrats in one house.
Sounds like a dem convention.
Bah! All the guy has got to do is claim he's "Native American" and all these rats are sacred to, and part of, his religion. Why, if he plays his cards right....
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again the rat was dead and the ratman was slipping the money into his pocket and spitting to clear his mouth.“That’s what they makes likcerish out of,” he said. “Rat’s blood is what the big factories and the chocolate-people use to make lickerish.”
Again the relish, the wet-lipped, lip-smacking relish as he spoke the words, the throaty richness of his voice and the thick syrupy way he pronounced the word lickerish.
“No,” he said, “There’s nothin wrong with a drop of rat’s blood.”
“Don’t talk so absolutely disgusting,” Claud told him.
“Ah! But that’s it, you see. You eaten it many a time. Penny sticks and lickerish bootlaces is all made from rat’s blood.”
“We don’t want to hear about it, thank you.”
“Boiled up, it is, in great cauldrons, bubblin and steamin and men stirrin it with long poles. That’s one of the big secrets of the chocolate-makin factories, and no one knows about it — no one except the ratters supplyin the stuff.”
— Roald Dahl, The Ratcatcher.
It's called "hoarding."
Ben, Willard come to mind.
Seems like a war waiting to happen.
Yeah... Can they play fetch? Jump in your lap when you come home?
Man, that's just sick.
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