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There are four wriggling rat noses poking out at me through the wire bars of a freshly cleaned cage.

It would seem that the four crackheads are a bit dissatisfied that I removed the stink and replaced it with non-stink. Not to mention the fact that I threw out their old hammock and carpets, putting new ones in their place.

My two lady-rats are much more well behaved in their own cage. They don't mind so much whenever I clean their house.

If it were slightly warmer weather, I'd give them all baths and thusly be the most hated person in the world. As it stands, tomorrow is going to bring a phone call to the vet and an appointment for Major Tom. I haven't been able to take him in because it's been so cold out and my car's heat only works when it sees fit to, which is rarely.

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See Tara.

See Tara get a phone call.

See Tara lose her shit in the lobby of her office because a friend called to tell her that another person they knew died.





That's two in two weeks, seven total since the beginning of November.