Today was an exciting day. I did not wake up to dog pee on the floor, for starters. I did, however, wake up to a baby kangaroo rat on my porch. How he got there shall remain a mystery, as he could hardly walk without falling over. No way the little bugger could have gotten onto the porch. Regardless of how he arrived, I took an instant liking to him. Eyes still closed, Roo is a very new rat. I called around to an animal hospital and was given the name of a woman, Nancy. I called Nancy, not really knowing what she was going to do, exactly. I left a vague message on her machine, being as the voice was a man’s and said absolutely nothing about animals. I was sure I wasn’t going to receive a call back.
Thirty minutes later I was driving to Nancy’s house with Roo in a shoebox. Nancy works as a wildlife rehabilitator and is my little friend’s best chance at survival. Unfortunately, it is difficult to feed newborn rodents. Instead of sucking their food (they have not yet learned), they will sometimes inhale their fluid meal down into their lungs. I am hoping with all of my rat-heart that Roo will catch on to the act of eating. In the meantime, let’s just ponder the fact that something this ridiculously adorable can be called a rat.