Meow! Meow! Meow!, Er…

Tuna, tuna, tuna! Rats love tuna more than cats. They prefer it sammich style, with mayonnaise, lemon juice and sweet pickle.

Amelia, Oliver and Agnes
Amelia, Oliver and Agnes
Amelia and Agnes
Amelia and Agnes
Agnes thieves pasta while everyone else is busy with tuna
Agnes thieves pasta while everyone else is busy with tuna
Amelia has a post tuna clean up
Amelia has a post tuna clean up
Basil
Basil
Beatrice
Beatrice
Gytha
Gytha
Theo
Theo
Vasco
Vasco
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15 thoughts on “Meow! Meow! Meow!, Er…

  1. Yay Vasco!

    Your rats eat so well. How much tuna salad is on the plate? Do you refill it after the first wave of rats have had their fill?

  2. Um…a lot! I mix up two large cans worth, and yes, this is the first helping, but the only one for today. They get the second helping tomorrow. Making sure there is tuna on hand for them is the only way I can eat a tuna sammich in peace. :D

  3. Amelia and Agnes really look alot alike.
    but Agnes’s hoody is a bit darker and Amelia has that Harry Potter flash on her forehead.
    How is Vasco’s eye?

  4. Possibly one of the most delicious simple things you can make from canned goods you/they have there. Do rats love mayonnaise as much as us humans?

    The piece of pasta Agnes is stealing looks like it’s held up by art. Beatrice and Amelia look extra cute.

  5. Chigau, yes, Amelia, Agnes & Magrat are triplets, but each with their special snowflake bits. Vasco’s eye is the same, still very sunken and we think perhaps he has only partial or no vision out of it. It doesn’t seem to bother him any.

    Nakkustoppeli, yes, rats love mayonnaise. At least these guys do, and all our previous rats loved it too. Agnes and her pasta? Well, she is named after a witch… :D Beatrice and Amelia always bring the cute. Beatrice is adorable and looks so very much like her sire, Havelock.

  6. Aw. You were right. With all of them being so cute, it’s really hard to play favorites.

  7. Cicely, it’s under control, for now, anyway. I’m on strict instructions to eat once a day, every day, no exceptions.

  8. Glad to hear that you’ve got it under control. Do you know what kicked it off in the first place?

  9. The current working theory is that malnutrition caused the latest episode, which is why I now have to eat every day.

  10. Ah!

    The reason I asked: when The Husband was in the hospital to have his traitor gall bladder removed, the man in the other bed was in for pancreatitis. As he left (was discharged), he told The Husband that he’d better be prepared, because pancreatitis would inevitably be something he’d have to deal with, now that the g.b. was gone—and I was wondering if 1) it is as inevitable as all that, and, 2) if there was anything in particular that could be done (or not done) to avoid it. I find WebMD frustratingly unhelpful on almost any medical matter, and we haven’t seen our G.P., yet, so I thought I’d harvest whatever data I could.

  11. Huh. As far as I know, having the gall bladder out won’t cause pancreatitis at all, as a matter of fact, they are removed to *fix* pancreatic problems – that’s why mine was removed. The primary causes of pancreatitis are 1) gall bladder malfunction 2) alcohol (*major* consumption, not social type drinking) and 3) not eating for a very long time. Beyond that, it gets into stuff I don’t quite understand, but causes outside of these primary ones aren’t the norm.

    I’ve never eaten, um, regularly, I’m generally too busy to bother much, and it looks like it’s caught up with me, so for me, the solution is to eat every day. I know some people who have had their gall bladder out need to be careful with certain foods, like meats, fats or dairy, but outside of that, there shouldn’t be any problems at all. Keep alcohol intake moderate (I don’t drink at all anymore) and make sure he eats regularly and I doubt there will be any problems.

    As for your husband’s former room mate, I expect he might have been blowing a bit of smoke – one of my docs told me that alcoholics with pancreatitis will blame anything and everything except alcohol, so…I’d take it all with a grain of salt.

    If he ever does get pancreatitis, he’ll know, the pain is unfuckingbelievable, feels like you’re going to die of a heart attack, with nausea, vomiting and severe upper back pain. If it happens, get him to an emergency room, they’ll load him with morphine, which is the only thing that helps.

  12. Just the kind of information I was hoping for; thank you very much! It looks like I can move that particular anxiety to the back burner—leaving me more time to angst over my gall bladder. :D

    The Husband doesn’t drink—at all—so I think we can avoid that problem, and (so far) he hasn’t had any unfortunate results from eating anything he’s tried.

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