The first thing he did was show me his new rats, and the first thing one of the new rats did was sink its teeth into my finger. Blood spurted in the way it does in the goriest horror films. By the time the fountain died down I must have lost at least a couple of litres of the stuff. I think I feel the onset of Weil's disease, or leptospirosis.
Rats get nicer as they get older.
This principle probably applies to all living creatures. Humans and rats, certainly.
Kit has an old arthritic and half blind rat called Wilbur. You would be pushed to meet a pleasanter animal than Wilbur. Unlike the rascally young rats he would never dream of biting or nipping.
Yesterday as the shop was closed we went for a walk in the country. I won't bother with a description as it is well known that a picture is worth....
... whatever the current exchange rate is.