see ya later april

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He’d found, or more honestly, tripped over, an abandoned pair of stacked patent leather heels in the entryway to his apartment. Pretty much certain he owned no such footwear, a mystery began to build itself up and unfold red carpet style over the vacuum-requiring floor of his front hall. He examined the evidence before him. 

Shoes: heels just high enough to cross the line from “sensible” to “precarious.” Scuffed around the toes and soles, maybe from running in alleyways or knocking off someone’s legs under long wooden tables or shifting weight from side to side in morgues and basements. Small, which spoke for itself. Tumbled haphazardly in his hall like spilled items from a pocket or a purse, implying that the owner was a) very tired b) did not care about his tendency to trip over unexpected shoes in his hallway or c) all of the above. 

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April 21st, 2017

We lost Carlos.
We lost him in January. New Year ’s Day to be exact. After a trip to the vet, in which we were given antibiotics and a steroid to help him with breathing issue that we had noticed. We were set to go back in a week’s time to get him checked out for a rather large lump she found in his side. He just didn’t make it.
It was a month away from the anniversary of the day we had to put Dante down. My heart broke again.

Today, we lost Cecil. He was four days away from being two years old.
The boys were born on April 25th, 2015.
And my heart is in pieces on the floor.

It’s just Teddy now. All by his lonesome and we’ll be doing everything we can to look after him and give him extra attention, because lord knows that we can’t go out and find him new friends at this point in our lives. As much as I would love to… I can’t seem to find any reputable breeders in my area and I won’t be going back to a place where I can find them for quite some time. After my experience with Dante, I will never buy a pet store rat again. In fact, I never bought him at all. He was bought from a pet store and I “rescued” him.

From everything that I’ve ever read, rats can live anywhere from 2 years up to 4 years if you’re lucky and you take really good care of them. But they often come with some health issues that can shorten that considerably.  They are often prone to respiratory infection, mammary tumors and cancers.

I’ve been asked the same question numerous times, by several different people: Why are you doing this to yourself? Out of all the pets that you could have, why are you picking the ones with some of the shortest lifespans? You knew the risks walking in, so why did you do this to yourself?

The closest I have ever gotten to a decent response, was the night I was on my phone with my father and he asked me those questions over again for the fifteenth million time. I had called him to cry because I was so upset about my precious baby leaving this world behind him.

My words to him were something like this…
Let me counter your question with a question: Why do people get dogs? Most people will far out live their dogs. The average span of life for a dog is approximately 10 years depending on the dog, so why bother?

It actually confounded him. Touché.
I had made a fair point.

Most people don’t see it as pointless. And I don’t see it as pointless either. I don’t look at it as I’m treating myself to a life of masochism through the torture of knowing that they’ll only be here for a short amount of time. Ever since the idea of owning rats popped into my head on a whim, I had always loved watching them as a child in pet stores, I researched. I never, ever get pets without doing my reading. I’ve been fooled before and I learned my lesson the first time a guy at Petco sold me a RES and said she would only be 6 inches total. That was back in 2008 and my RES is now a foot long and probably about 8 inches across. She’s a very big girl. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.

Back to my point: I read articles. I bought books. I browsed endless amounts of forum posts. I watched videos. I spent two years combing the internet for information on rats before I even picked up my rat cage. It was another few weeks (to my recollection) after I picked up my cage that I spent looking for the perfect ratties to bring home with me.

Rats are vibrant, intelligent creatures. And the love they give is second to none. Out of all the animals that I have owned in my lifetime—dogs, cats, guinea pigs and fish—I have loved none so much as the 4 little rattie boys that I brought into my home. There aren’t words strong enough that I can use to describe the sheer joy I feel when they see me in the morning and brux and boggle at me. Or how my heart leapt out of my chest as I giggled because Dante had stuck his nose in my ear again!

Yes, it’s been heart ache this year. Yes, I know it’s what I got into by picking pet rats. It’s hard to know that they have such a short time with you, sure. But in the end, I don’t regret a moment of it. And if I could go back and do it all again, I wouldn’t miss that chance for the world. The only thing I would change for our entire time together is that I would have given them more love than I had given them. I would have given Cecil those extra treats, even though he was simply stashing them for later. I would have scratched my chubby bubble Carlos a little longer. I would have let Dante make a mess of my hair without complaining. Those moments that I shared with them all are some of the happiest and most cherished moments of my life.

So when you ask me: Why pet rats?

The answer is easy…

It’s because the love they had to give was so much bigger than their tiny frames.

I don’t know if we’ll be posting much here anymore. After the camera broke and became difficult to use it really slowed down. But once we moved, it really came to a standstill, our camera was in storage and we’ve been working our tails off to finish our house.

I want to thank you all for your love and support. I’m so happy to know that so many of you loved my boys enough to follow us along on this journey. For now, Rat Daddy and I just want to focus on Teddy.

Perhaps one day we’ll be back with a new Mischief. But for now…

Maybe we’ll see you around some time,
♥ RMM Mama

“No!” Raph said sternly, five sets of eyes staring at him.

‘Aw, shit….’ he mumbed in his head not even believing those words came out of his mouth. Just moments before, April mentioned calling Vern to give her a ride back to her apartment.

“I-I’ll take ya home.” he quickly continued, hoping he just wasn’t further wedging his foot in his mouth.

“Okay… Um, alright. See ya guys later.” April says to the tune of Mikey begging her to stay. Pushing back the desire to slap the youngest in the head, Raph just quickly makes his way out the lair already dreading the questions to his outburst when he returns later on.

The walk from the sewer is gratefully quiet as they make their way to the surface. After making their way to the surface, Raph unceremoniously picks her up and climbs the top of the nearest building before being spotted. He doesn’t even glance at her as he makes a running start and runs across the buildings on her way to the apartment.

He makes in their in record time, standing firmly on the fire escape by her kitchen window. He’s still breathing deeply from the run and realizes that April still has yet to say a word to him since she agreed to this. He’s about to just set her down and make a break for it when he’s startled by April’s tiny hands grasping for his head. He tenses but doesn’t do much else in fear of hurting her.

A moment later, in slight annoyance that quickly turns into pure amusement, she tries on his sunglasses. He fights his smirk as she bites her plump bottom lip as she continues playing with them. When she finally gets them situated on her face without falling, she strikes a pose, and cheekily asks him, “So…. How do I look?”

Without even thinking, the words “fuckin’ gorgeous” tumbled out of his lips and he nearly drops April in order to slam his head into the cement wall shouting ‘idiot, idiot, idiot’. But before he can further humiliate himself, he feels those small tiny hands brush along his shoulders. He finally meets her eyes and is shocked by the gentle look in her bright blue irises.

“Really?” she asks breathily, her hands rubbing softly along his smooth scales.

“Yea…” he says knowing his holes already 6 foot deep, so what’s a little more gonna hurt?

Without any warning, he feels her soft mouth pressed over his wide one. His hands tense up without warning, and he’s wondered if this is just one of his many dreams involving the reporter as of late. But the feeling of her delicate hands cradling his massive head, her soft breasts pressed against his bony plastron, he doesn’t even care if it is a dream anymore. He quickly closes his eyes and returns the kiss. Even after her lips leave his, he’s afraid to open his eyes, not wanting to wake up to a harsh reality, but shudders to feel her hands brushing along the thin scales of his face.

Amber meets Azure and she just smiles and he can’t help but smile back.


Also, I did some REALLY nsfw 2k14 Raphril on my other blog. Check it out! … but be warned…..