Several months ago, A and I went on a little road trip to Ikea to buy cabinets
for the office.
When we were about to leave the kids section, we heard a husband yell to his wife, "who would buy these rats?!" The cheap little rats sounded like the perfect new friends for Mr. B. Thinking that they were about to be sold out, we quickly turned around and zigged and zagged with our cart through multiple families to get to the enormous bin full of rat stuffys.
Though A has an issue with our numerous rats in the alley, she has no qualms about finding random rats laying around our home. Everyday, we will find one hanging out in a different part of our home telling where the pooches have been.
The only disgusting thing is that Miss M loves chewing and licking the rat tails, so if we step on rat tails the bottom of our sock or bare feet will be soaked in cold Miss M saliva.
Despite this fact, we know how much Mr. B loves his new friends, and endure the wet socks for his happiness.
Plus, they are the perfect friends for both Miss M and Mr. B, though sometimes they want to love them at the same time.
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