I believe that all animals should be treated with care and respect, I believe that cruelty towards animals is abhorrent and I truly believe in the quote that says: "The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated."
Having said all of that, I am not an 'animal person'. I do not like to be french kissed by other people's pets (please do not let your dog obsessively lick me when I come to visit) and I would far rather put my spare change in the tin with the hungry kid than the tin with the mangy dog. I do NOT hate animals, I am just not an animal person. (Why is it that if you say you aren't an animal person, people think you hate animals. That is so fucked up.)
However my children love animals and I believe having pets is an important part of one's childhood. I would have preferred that my children chose a goldfish as their pet but unfortunately they each want a rat as a pet. I have been putting off getting them a rat, saying they can have one when they turn 7. Which unfortunately is in 3 weeks time. In the pecking order of pets I prefer, I must say that rats do not feature in the top 10.
I decided to put my aversion for rodents aside and have started the process of acquiring the rats. A process that I thought would be simple (go to pet shop, buy rats, come home) but has turned out to be one that has bordered on surreal.
We went to the pet shop to get the 'rat pack'. A rat starter kit. Cage, toys, bedding, food, accessories etc. The pet shop owner then gave us a business card for a woman who has a rattery, a professional rat breeder. I had no idea such people existed.
I called the rat lady (who is very nice by the way) and told her I am looking for two rats. After quizzing me extensively about my rat experience, she said she would email me an adoption form and if I qualified, I could order two rats. Right. I completed the adoption form (!!), was declared a fit future rat parent and then placed an order for two rats.
There were only two rats available, both of which were male. They had to be same sex pairs or else I could not adopt them. (Only professional ratters can breed rats apparently). Ok. Good. Got it.
However, when I told Marko that we were getting two males he said that he had heard that male rats get enormous balls that looked really weird. He didn't want male rats. I must email the rat lady and tell her.
(Side note: In our marriage, I am responsible for communication with service providers, staff and others. He is responsible for pets / DIY and any outside duties. I would therefore be responsible for procuring the rats, he would be responsible for their care once they arrived home)
RIGHT. OK THEN.
So I emailed the rat lady back, telling her that my husband would prefer that we get two females and asked when was the next litter due. The rat lady responded with:
"Is there a reason he only wants girls?
Girls are the hyper ones, the don't sit still for 1 second. They are slightly smaller and obviously eat a little less. Boys love to cuddle. They come when called and love sleeping on laps. I'm not sure exactly what you want for you children, if girls ever get out they are difficult to find where boys would rather stay in their bed.
I am only planning my next litter next year depending on the demand. The rat market is pretty quiet at the moment."
See! Bet you didn't even know there was a rat market. The things you learn on this blog!
Please note that this email conversation is taking place at 9:30pm at night, when everyone except for me is fast asleep. Me, who doesn't even like rats!
The rat lady then sent me a few photos of the little male rats who I even I have to admit were pretty darn cute.
So I reply with: "I am embarrassed to say this but he says the males grow really big balls as adults? I hate to discriminate against the rats on the basis of their balls, but I have this horrible vision of a cute little rat with ginormous balls. Is this the case?"
I can NOT believe I am having a conversation about rats balls at 9:30 at night with a total stranger.
But it gets worse.
The rat lady then replies saying that the rat balls are not that big and are covered in fur anyway, so you can't really see them. A few seconds later she sends me a few photos of her male rat's balls. Yes, that is correct - SOMEONE JUST SENT ME PHOTOS OF RAT BALLS.
However, in the flurry of email exchanges, I unfortunately didn't notice the rat ball photos until after she had sent me another email asking me if I got the photos she sent. Thinking that she was referring to the photos of the cute baby male rats, I replied saying "got the pics, they are super cute!". Great, I just told the rat lady that the her rat's balls were "super cute". I had to quickly send an addendum saying "PS when I said 'they' were super cute, I was referring to the baby males and not your rat's balls".
There I was, at 9:30pm at night having a conversation about rat balls, while my husband (He Who Is Responsible For Pets and Other Animals) was gently (loudly) snoring away in bed.
I forwarded the photos of the rat balls to Marko and said that (a) I was going to kill him for making me do this and (b) to hurry up and decide what we should do.
He sent me a message back the next morning saying "Go with the males, we have enough hyper girls in our house."
And so there you have it. We are getting 2x male rats with appropriately sized balls to add to our existing animal menagerie.
The things we do for our kids!
PS I don't care how cute the rats are or how cute their balls are, I am not cuddling the rats.
PPS Dear Rat Lady, if you are reading my blog, please note I am laughing with you, not at you. And I promise to read all 10 attachments you sent to me on how to take care of our rats.
PPPS For all of those who were wondering what rat balls look like, here you go:















I had rats as pets for about 10 years, even into our marriage! They are very entertaining & loveable, just make sure that the kids play gently with them every day so that they stay tame. She's right about the females being more active, so you've made a good choice there (aesthetics aside) - males have a more 'lap dog' attitude. They live about 3 years or so, and all of mine inevitably died of a tumour, so be prepared. Good luck!
Posted by: Marcel | 11 December 2011 at 02:27 PM
HILARIOUS :-) I loved this. Btw..a good friend of mine has a rat called Eva, a gorgeous little female and she's mega docile and awesome to play with. But we had boy rats growing up and they were pretty chilled too..so i reckon either would be great for Adam and Kate. They're really going to love them. Well done for all your effort!!!
Posted by: renee | 11 December 2011 at 02:28 PM
My roommate and I had pet hamsters in college. Male hamsters. Very male. And there is something we discovered with our male hamsters that I suspect will transfer to male rats. If you blow on their rather large balls, they suck up into their body and disappear. Well, temporarily anyway. It is a highly amusing trick for college students.
Posted by: HereWeGoAJen | 11 December 2011 at 05:06 PM
I laughed so hard while reading this, thank you!!
Posted by: Maggie | 11 December 2011 at 05:54 PM
Thank you for the giant guffaw first thing in the morning! :D
Posted by: Angela | 11 December 2011 at 06:39 PM
We have had two days of epic meltdowns with our 4 1/2 year old son, the most recent of which was just prior to me reading this entry. I laughed so hard out loud that my husband had to know what I was reading so I read it aloud to him and he laughed out loud, too.
Thank you.
Oh, and I said aloud, "Wow, they're big" and had to editorialize that I was referring to the rats themselves and not their balls. Gosh!
Posted by: It Is What It Is | 11 December 2011 at 06:59 PM
That is hysterical! Certainly a keeper story for the kids 21st, or your 50th.
Posted by: Daryl Faure | 11 December 2011 at 07:38 PM
Thank you so much for writing this. Made my morning.
Posted by: Wiley | 11 December 2011 at 08:37 PM
Thanks for a great chuckle!
Posted by: ksmaybe | 11 December 2011 at 08:55 PM
I had rats as a teenager, rats are excellent pets, curious and intelligent. Good that you waited until the kids were 7, hopefully they'll be gentle enough with them.
Not sure that I agree with the rat lady that males are better, we found females to be more sociable (I was in the biology club, known as the "rat club", where we bred and looked after the school's rat population that were used for animal-training experiments that they did back then). Males get greasy fur and the whole rat is larger, the balls are pretty large but if you don't have a female rat sitting beside him for comparison, you might not notice, it just makes for a longer and more tapered rat really. I guess they probably are quieter though, I hadn't thought about it. Good luck with them, post photos.
Posted by: Nancy | 11 December 2011 at 09:00 PM
Very funny my friend. And might I add, you are very brave to be getting more animals - ESP rats! Aarrggghhhhh I would not be nearly as brave as you in this new pet acquisition process but Good Luck! Can't wait to hear their names as christened by Kate and Adam and the many adventures they will no doubt have.
P.s. Bet Max will want his own one too soon!
Posted by: Suepoo | 11 December 2011 at 10:04 PM
OMG I am DEATHLY AFRAID of rats. I could barely read this post but I am so glad I did because it made me laugh so much. I had to jump through similar hoops to get our dog 7 years ago. I think I still haven't read the 20 attachments the breeder sent!
Posted by: Jessica | 11 December 2011 at 10:52 PM
I can't remember the last time that I laughed so hard. Including real tears.
The things you do for your children! Lucky children they are. And lucky rats of course, balls and all.
Posted by: Lila | 11 December 2011 at 11:43 PM
Hilarious! Even worse is that when I first read that you were getting rats, my thought was "oh please not males! Those balls are just too much!" Am ashamed of myself now, and bow my head to your greater ball-tolerance.
Posted by: Sara | 12 December 2011 at 01:56 AM
Stunning post! Had a good laugh... needed it! I will giggle about this ALL DAY!
Posted by: Sonja | 12 December 2011 at 08:32 AM
Rat balls are very visible and very, very big. The photo you have does not do them justice! Be prepared for some interesting conversations!
Posted by: Geo | 12 December 2011 at 02:32 PM
This made my day. Thank you.
Posted by: Beth | 12 December 2011 at 04:18 PM
Funniest thing I've read in weeks! Thanks for the lift!
Posted by: Aysha White | 12 December 2011 at 04:42 PM
I neutered my male rat. Ball problem solved.
Posted by: Jayde | 12 December 2011 at 05:03 PM
This is a stitch, kudos to you for agreeing to rats. For the record, when I was about age 10 my mum allowed me to get a mated pair of gerbils + their latest litter of offspring, hand-me-downs from a classmate. The plan was to select 1 offspring and its same-sex parent, keep those, and get rid of the rest (er, find them homes, nothing unkind). The very first night we had them, mama gerbil had another litter ... so we removed the older litter, kept 3 girls (fortunately correctly sexed) and allowed mama and papa to raise the new litter, figuring we'd separate them once those were grown. Suffice it to say the creatures were so utterly charming (really) that they were allowed to stay paired and mated, forever -- we would hand the offspring off to the local (decent) pet shop (some probably became snake food, but snakes gotta eat...), as they'd have a new litter monthly. This went on for several years before their fertility ran out, and then they senesced quietly together until one (mama first, I think) and then the other died. They were quite lovely, and a few ill-fated escapees notwithstanding, we generally did quite well with the babies. But be glad you are getting same-sex rats from a qualified breeder, because really, in retrospect, though now a fond memory of my childhood, this was a nutty thing for my poor mum to need to put up with and manage!
Posted by: Alexicographer | 13 December 2011 at 05:36 AM
Hooooooo. Rat Balls. Bwahahahahahahaaaaa!
Posted by: Anne | 13 December 2011 at 06:09 AM
My best friend had a number of rats. I never noticed the balls on the males, so maybe they were neutered as one of the commenters suggested? (Might be a good option, if they really get that big.) Although the males are larger and really look like rats when grown (as opposed to females which still are kinda oversize-mouse cute), I liked the personalities of all her male rats better. So probably a good choice. Except for not being the most visually appealing (which is really just the naked tail, because with a long bushy tail they would look like squirrels), they are my favorite rodent pet.
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Posted by: Digger | 13 December 2011 at 05:14 PM
This is why I LOVE your blog...so freakin funny!
Posted by: Mary | 14 December 2011 at 05:29 AM
Hi my name is Missy and I am a loser. Because I suspect that I am secretly less interesting / kind / nice than most others, I spend my time trawling the internet looking for places to spew my unhappiness.
Instead of doing good for others (thereby upping the chances that the same might be done for me), I read blogs that upset me and leave comments that will hurt others. I make personal attacks on people I don't know. This makes me feel better about myself.
I wish I was a nicer person, envy is a terrible thing to have to live with.
Posted by: Missy | 15 December 2011 at 05:12 AM
I would def go with males if you arent a huge rat fan, the rat lady is right, they're much calmer. We had 10 girls and 4 boys at one point (kept totally seperate!) and the boys were much more cuddly and slow. The girls were awesome and fun, but very hard to catch in case of escape!
Posted by: crystal | 19 December 2011 at 03:10 AM
Sooo funny! And I'm with you on the animals thing. Not an animal person, but I don't hate them, although my friends seem to think I do. *Sigh*
Posted by: Marina | 19 December 2011 at 10:16 AM
Oh my goodness... Times have changed! Back when I had them as a kid it was as easy as going into the shop and picking up however many you wanted.
Posted by: Daniela | 21 December 2011 at 01:51 PM
So what happened to all the dogs you've mentioned in the past?
I also agree that having pets (ha! I just typed pest by mistake. hmmm) is good for kids. But I had 2 dogs when my twins were born and after 8 months I couldn't keep up with all four's food and poop. So I sold the babies on the black market and...
Ok no. I gave the dogs to my hair dresser and her grandmother, who share a duplex home with a pool (where one of the dogs loves to swim apparently).
Rats as pets. I don't get it. The diseases they spread alone (Hantavirus for one) would stop me... not to mention this rat-bite disease that's apparently common. Yikes.
You are a brave woman. Keep us posted. :o)
Posted by: Smumzie | 24 December 2011 at 05:01 PM
rats are amazing pets, my 25 year old vet daughter had two pairs as a kid, and loved them so much - i am sure they helped feed her passion for becoming a vet. she had to have the last two put down when one got cancer - hardest day of her life handing the over to be euthanased. my fondest memory is of a tricolour male rat named Chocolate Eclair (who was the mate of a HUGE white male rat with balls the size of uranus) nestling up to our tricolour cat named Banana Split, while we all watched tv. i had to overcome my aversion for them, but learned to like them very much. good luck xox
Posted by: ruth | 26 December 2011 at 10:40 PM
Bwahahahaha! This is very funny, because I once got myself a rat... or at least my ex got the rat, and I tried my best to live with it. It was a white rat, and we named him Billy, but we soon realised that he had absolutely GINORMOUS balls!! We called the pet shop in consternation, thinking something must be seriously wrong with poor old Billy... ball cancer? But no, the nice lady on the other side of the phone assured us that this breed of rat (white with brown patches) actually have to grow into their balls, just like kids have to grow into their adult teeth. But, I mean this rat was really, really well endowed. Those balls would actually drag behind him as he walked around. Sometimes they would trip him up. I kid you not...
Eventually poor old Billy grew into his balls, as promised by the nice lady at the pet shop, but he never grew out of his nickname, which stuck with him until the neighbour's cat finally hunted him down and had him for lunch. RIP, Billy Thunderballs, you were a great rat. Even if you did piddle all over everything.
Posted by: Annalisa | 06 January 2012 at 11:44 AM