Still here....

The biggest thing I did today was move my rat-boy.
He was in the livingroom. Now, he's on top of this computer desk. It was pretty intricate.
First of all, the livingroom is heated by a fireplace, which is charming and cool the first winter, winter and a half. Then, it gets old....fast.
Secondly, since I brought this computer desk thing in here, we now have the diningroom table back, which the guys seem to spend quite a bit of time sitting around. Mind you, the satellite TV service is in the livingroom and out here, I mostly run tapes of older movies or sitcoms which make the guys brains bleed, but...they're still out here. Must be the heat.
Anyhoot, the poor rat was in there with no heat and, pretty much, no company. So, I wanted him out here with me.
BUT...I do not need his shavings and crumbs and shit all over and in the computer, so...I hadda get creative.
I found a box both wider and longer than his cage. It was a little deep, but I solved that, too. First, I cut off all the flaps and laid them inside the bottom. Then, I used Christmas wrapping paper (plain, very dark blue) and covered the outside of the box. It had 'Tootsie-Pops' written all around it and it looked stupid, so now....it's pretty.
Then, to give him some viewing height, but not make him so high as to negate the box's whole purpose, I put a huge old dictionary in there and set the cage on top of that.
Nearly perfect. My idea and execution were good. It's just that now he's so high up, I have to stand on a chair to reach into the cage to get his food bowl.
Like I care.

So, yeah...you read that right. Me, the Christmas dreading, whole-thing-avoiding little shit that I am...I spend part of my day 'gift wrapping' a rat cage box. Hey...made sense to me. And, he seems to like it.

The only other thing I did was go back out into that old trailer and swipe three metal heater grates to replace the el-cheap-o, accidentally-step-on-'em-and-lose-a-pedal-extremity plastic ones. Stupid little pieces of shit. They don't stay closed fer shit, either.

Getting ready to run to the store. Hope ta hell I make those Peanut Butter cookies when I get back...lol. We'll see. (If not then, then tomorrow.....maybe.)

Gotta run.
I'll be back....

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 11:00 PM

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