When I wrote in the bedroom late at night while my husband was out of town she would beg to come out. She was my most sociable rat. Her and Princess even got along. She even loved the dogs and would pull Barons ears until he walked away. Whatever your species she would cuddle with you.
Once she snuck out of the cage and I didn't notice. I had a client over for a cut and was running around trying to get ready.
As I was cutting his hair I felt a tugging on my pants. I looked down and there she was climbing me like a tree. My client saw her and had to pet her, she climbed up his arm and started grooming him. She loved to play with hair and would spend forever combing her hands threw it. After a few minutes I had to take her home, much to both of their disappointment. A month later he got a pair of rats for himself and I give him tips on their care.
Every one who met her loved her and she loved them. She didn't care who you where as long as you petted her you were a friend.
She is survived by 6 daughters and 3 sons. I miss her already.














