As with many things in my life, the seemingly simple act of acquiring pets turned into an epic quest frought with tribulations, amusements, and madcap mis-adventures, and I wouldn't have it any other way. It all started with the Year of the Rat... this fanned into an inferno, the gently-smoldering urge in my lovely bride's psyche to acquire 2 rats to keep as pets. After weeks of seeking ideal enclosures and fawning over the rats at a nearby national chain pet-store, through the power of the internet, the stars aligned (as they usually do) to offer both a very reasonably priced second-hand enclosure and 2 seven week old female rat siblings whose upbringing was not over-shadowed by ominous rumors about animal treatment at said national chain pet-store.
The rats were ~300 miles away. The rat-keepers offered to meet us half-way, but it had to be on Saturday, due to a population over-run of their rat-keeping facilities. Unfortunately, we still lacked a suitable enclosure. Tails found a lady who had recently upgraded to a larger cage, and was willing to part with her old one for cheap, as these things go.
P, was scheduled to sell cookies at a local Schnucks Market from 10am to 12pm, the lady with the cage was occupied until roughly 1pm, and the rat-ladies would not be at the half-way point for our rendezvous until 5pm... a tricky, but not impossible schedule.
Stay tuned for Part 2: The Long Short-Cut (or "You can't get there from here")