Yesterday I took my ratties to the vet because Thurston has been breathing heavily and I want to make sure he's okay.
Going to the vet with ratties is always an adventure because people in the waiting room are either freaked out or intrigued. Yesterday I luckily met some intrigued people and realized that Thurston just isn't as friendly as Spencer in social situations or ever. In fact, I think Thurston's depressed although he has come a long way from when I adopted him back in the summer.
Spencer usually gets his way when it comes to bossing Thurston around. :-) Oh my boys...