Anyway, the Rat resides on a shelf above the computer desk. I am coming in from the kitchen, he sees me and darts from the far corner of his cage, around to the front, then zags to the back, about halfway across the cage, runs forward and throws himself up against the front of the cage, facing me, holding on with all fours.
He then gets down and spends the next 10 minutes pushing and shoveling all of his litter into the far corner, then he runs to the opposite end and runs and leaps into the litter, like a kid would do with autumn leaves. I'm thinking ok, you're weird. Well we aren't done yet. I'm on the computer and this little tool is throwing sh!t at me. I look up and he's pitching sunflower seeds and other crap at me thru the bars. Some of it hit me. What's wrong with this brat? :Q
He then gets down and spends the next 10 minutes pushing and shoveling all of his litter into the far corner, then he runs to the opposite end and runs and leaps into the litter, like a kid would do with autumn leaves. I'm thinking ok, you're weird. Well we aren't done yet. I'm on the computer and this little tool is throwing sh!t at me. I look up and he's pitching sunflower seeds and other crap at me thru the bars. Some of it hit me. What's wrong with this brat? :Q