Molly & Cleo

Well since they have been living with us for almost two weeks, it’s probably time to introduce them! 

Molly (on the left) and Cleo are our baby dumbo eared rats.  We bought them two weeks ago after falling in love with them in one of our local pet stores.   They are almost three months old and are very very cute!

We have each claimed one that we chose to be ours.  Molly is mine, the red eyed baby named after my favorite red headed 80’s teen movie star, Molly Ringwald.  Cleo is Xander’s, which is short for Cleopatra.  Why he chose that name, I’m not really sure.

They are very different in temperment.  Molly is quiet and shy, Cleo is loud and shy.  They both scurry into a tube or under their liner whenever we come near the cage… and unlike Harley, who is relatively tidy… they shit wherever their ass happens to be hanging at the time.  Even if it’s right above our hands or shirts.  Lovely!  

I’m working on the litter box training thing, but I don’t hold out a lot of hope.

Cleo hates me, whenever I pick her up she just scurries all over me making these loud chortly scream type sounds.  She’s nice and quiet for Xander though, go figure.

Obviously this photo was taken one of the times Xander was holding her because if it was when I had her, all you’d see is a grey blur. 

She looks so sweet and cute, but she’s the devil really.

Molly, on the other hand, is adorably sweet and she loves me… thankfully, seeing as she’s mine.  If it weren’t for the distinct lack of testicles I’d think she was a male, because she really likes to hang out inside my shirt around my boobs. 

She eats in there, sleeps in there and lucky for her (as you can see in the photo on the left) now that I’m over 30, when I lie on my back gravity takes over and my boobs part like the Red Sea, both heading for my armpits. This leaves lots of room for her to snuggle down into my bra for a snooze.