We have a threepeat, kids.
That’s from last night; I was simply too lazy to log in and post. One of the ratlets went to the vet last week and came away with two rather large vials of medicine. I’ve discovered that vanilla yogurt is the key to making sure she ingests the meds. They are all simply mad for it, to the point where two of them literally follow me everywhere I go. The patient stands on her hind legs, waves her front paws at me and then leans forward and clings to my shin. Too cute.
And now, where I work:
Behold, my mess of a desk! Complete with this morning’s breakfast. Mmmm. Oh, and bubbles, for when I need to lighten the atmosphere a bit. Here’s another take.
The valentine things on top of the monitor are from these Valentine-grams my work sold. Every holiday is some kind of candygram and/or raffle. In fact, there’s a Father’s Day Raffle soon. Reminder to self: enter that. I’m the only one who managed to figure out how to sit them on top of my monitor, so my friend/neighbor/semi-boss-person gave me hers. The newspaper on the wall is an article my brother wrote; my main-boss-person left it for me on my chair, complete with a Post-It that says, “Awwww :).” Semi-boss-person gave me a rat calendar for Christmas, and behind the monitor, to the left, is a sign Main-boss-person printed out for my birthday.
There’s a video, too, but that’s a bit much, I feel.
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