Parry was my first female rat. Ever since Max died in May, 2001, I had been wanting to get another rat. I finally got two in September, from separate petstores. The first one I bought was Parry, a self sky blue. The other was Calvin, a champagne hooded. When I first got her, I thought she was a male (stupid me). When I took my new ratties out to play, I noticed that she was a female and Calvin was a male. Uh-oh. I also noticed that they were sneezing, so I brought them to the vet at the PetsMart where I worked at the time. They said that both rats had respiratory infections. So they put Calvin on Baytril, but not Parry, because she was pregnant! When I got them, Calvin was so young that his balls hadn't even come down, so I know Parry was already pregnant when I got her. I had Calvin neutered so he could be together with Parry after the babies were weaned. When Parry had her babies, my sister took them to her house becuase my parents would throw a fit with so many rats in their house. Parry gave birth to 12 babies, but she died suddenly when they were only 18 days old. Poor little Parry. Two were already dead when I went to my sister's house to pick them up, so I could take them home and hand feed them. Then five more died within the next two days. Five of the little ones survived, three females, and two males. I named the boys Harry and Ron, and I named the girls Stormy, Sugarfoot, and Hammerhead. My sister adopted Hammerhead (later renamed Verse) to live with her dumbo double-rex named Lyric, I kept the other two girls, and one of my co-workers took the two boys (renaming them Scabbers and Mouse). I wish I could have kept them all! |