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I was going to post this yesterday, or maybe Saturday, but I was...busy. See, I have this problem, where I get really into a TV show and can't stop watching. I didn't think that it would happen this weekend--I seriously thought I would spend those two days cleaning house and catching up on some projects and maybe even spend some time with my family, but no. Supernatural ate my brain. I blame Jensen Ackles' eyes.
( ruminations on seasons 1 and 2, may contain spoilers and some squee harshing, so read at your own risk )
Also: my ratties. I love watching them, how their personalities are so different. Both are quite comfortable with me now, but still have their individual ways of dealing with things, and I think it's very cool.
I come home, sit on the couch, and open the cage beside it so the ratties can come out--
Wallace: immediately races out, scampers all over the couch, circles around several times, runs up my shoulder and down my back, climbs up on the back cushion to look around.
Sebastian: cautiously pokes his head out. Looks all around. Slowly exits the cage. Walks across my leg to the gap between the seat cushions and the back of the couch. Hunkers down in his hidey hole.
I offer them treats, like yogurt drops or a little piece of my own supper--
Wallace: leaps forward, seizes the treat in his teeth, runs away somewhere safe to gobble it, and soon emerges in search of more.
Sebastian: carefully sidles toward the treat. Gently takes it between his teeth. Walks away to his hidey hole. Eats it slowly. Only takes more if I stick it in front of his face, and sometimes not even then.
I have something on my face that they want to lick--
Wallace: scurries up to my neck, grabs a chunk of flesh in his sharp little claws, and starts lick lick licking as hard and fast as he can. Will not leave until I forcibly grab him and lock him back the cage so I can go wash my face myself. If released, instantly runs back to the previous position and tries again, even more forcefully.
Sebastian: clambers his way cautiously up to my chest. Lays down on his stomach. Delicately licks my cheek for as long as I hold absolutely still. Does not use his claws. Does not return if I seem displeased. Usually doesn't even notice that I have something tasty on my face.
I put something new in the cage--
Wallace: is immediately fascinated and crawls all over and around it, sniff-sniff-sniffing all the way, chews on it experimentally, shoves it around, takes a running jump to land on it just to see what happens, and eventually pulls it into his hiding place to sleep with it.
Sebastian: approaches slowly and cautiously, as always. Sniffs it carefully, being sure that his nose does not actually touch the strange thing. Bats it curiously with one paw. Goes back to his hiding place to sleep far away from the scary new object.
I love my ratties.
( ruminations on seasons 1 and 2, may contain spoilers and some squee harshing, so read at your own risk )
Also: my ratties. I love watching them, how their personalities are so different. Both are quite comfortable with me now, but still have their individual ways of dealing with things, and I think it's very cool.
I come home, sit on the couch, and open the cage beside it so the ratties can come out--
Wallace: immediately races out, scampers all over the couch, circles around several times, runs up my shoulder and down my back, climbs up on the back cushion to look around.
Sebastian: cautiously pokes his head out. Looks all around. Slowly exits the cage. Walks across my leg to the gap between the seat cushions and the back of the couch. Hunkers down in his hidey hole.
I offer them treats, like yogurt drops or a little piece of my own supper--
Wallace: leaps forward, seizes the treat in his teeth, runs away somewhere safe to gobble it, and soon emerges in search of more.
Sebastian: carefully sidles toward the treat. Gently takes it between his teeth. Walks away to his hidey hole. Eats it slowly. Only takes more if I stick it in front of his face, and sometimes not even then.
I have something on my face that they want to lick--
Wallace: scurries up to my neck, grabs a chunk of flesh in his sharp little claws, and starts lick lick licking as hard and fast as he can. Will not leave until I forcibly grab him and lock him back the cage so I can go wash my face myself. If released, instantly runs back to the previous position and tries again, even more forcefully.
Sebastian: clambers his way cautiously up to my chest. Lays down on his stomach. Delicately licks my cheek for as long as I hold absolutely still. Does not use his claws. Does not return if I seem displeased. Usually doesn't even notice that I have something tasty on my face.
I put something new in the cage--
Wallace: is immediately fascinated and crawls all over and around it, sniff-sniff-sniffing all the way, chews on it experimentally, shoves it around, takes a running jump to land on it just to see what happens, and eventually pulls it into his hiding place to sleep with it.
Sebastian: approaches slowly and cautiously, as always. Sniffs it carefully, being sure that his nose does not actually touch the strange thing. Bats it curiously with one paw. Goes back to his hiding place to sleep far away from the scary new object.
I love my ratties.
