They don't have the all-you-can-eat diet they once enjoyed.
They don't receive visitors anymore.
When I let them out, they shit all over my bed.
I think they know what they're doing.
I've stopped letting them out.
There are wet paintings everywhere.
Also did I mention they shit all over my bed?
The rats are rankling under their new lifestyle.
They are moody.
They nip at my fingers.
They have come to personify my Id.
In an effort to suppress my Id, I have come up with a new way to decorate the rat cage.
The Hanging Gardens.
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