Our senior rat Cappy has died, but to be honest, I haven’t exactly shed any tears over him. He was a very antisocial rat. Never before did we have a rat that couldn’t live with other rats and needed to be separated from the others. But he did.
Despite being old at two years old, which is when they usually die, his death was kind of a surprise because he died so suddenly. You usually know a few days in advance when they’re going to die.
Now the other three, that are now six months old, can have both the upper and lower levels of the cage.
Tonight’s bath bomb was pumpkin spice and it was definitely the strongest smelling one so far. This one turned the water a neon piss, almost mustard color.