IT'S #RATTOWEEN!

By Circe -

Did you think I would let an eating holiday pass without decorating the cage? Hahahaha, no.

Behold, the results of a trip to the Dollar Tree and way too much unmonitored daydreaming time at work.

A pair of purple skeleton hand shot glasses (plastic!) full of hors d'oevres for Les Fromages. We've recently discovered Cheddar doesn't care too much about sweets, so I gave the candy corn a miss (also wouldn't have given them enough to fill the shot glass -- there are limits, much as they hate that thought), so instead they got banana chips and toasted pumpkin seeds.

Where did I get teeny pumpkin seeds, you ask? Just wait.

A view from the floor, showing a black photo box for nesting, a Halloween bowl of off-brand cereal for snacking, and a PIDER BASKIT for lurking! The plastic spider baskets are the perfect shape, basically the base of the perennial-favorite sputnik, but need to be covered with fabric so the rats don't get their wee toeses caught.

Les Fromages' cage from the door, showing napping basket, chew log, and black corner hammock, for camping at the door the moment Mommy comes home and might possibly probably maybe be considering feeding you a dinner.

The Toon Bros' downstairs apartment, with bowl of snacking cereal, shot glasses of banana chips and toasted pumpkin seeds, and one of the TWO napping baskets (Mickie loves them, and Casper loves irritating his brother).

View from the door, showing the other napping basket, the Halloween-themed corner hammock, chew log, and the covered under-shelf nest box, plus fleece substrate to make sure old bones are warm and comfy.

Closer look at the covered nest box. Note that the boys ripped the pretty covering off pretty much as soon as they saw it.

The Toon Bros' cage from the door, with a bit of the upper hammock showing. That's hard to get to on purpose. They can climb, they just, like Bartleby, prefer not to. Casper also likes harassing the upstairs neighbors, so if he wants to snort at the ceiling, I'm going to make him work for it.

And finally, the full cage, complete with garland, after rats, bedding, and general chaos have been installed.


Here's Rattoween dinner: A pair of pie pumpkins, gutted and roasted plain:


And here is the delivery of Rattoween Dinner, cage by cage:


Happy Rattoween, everybody!

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