For those of you who don't know that I had a pet rat, well, now you do. See, my sister was going to get a gerbil for a pet. We were going to get a gerbil for her first, then see how that went. If it was ok, then me and my brother were going to get one too. The lady there said that rats make better pets, cause they like kids more, and bite less. So we all got one.
A few weeks after having them, we found out that my mom was allergic to them. So they had to go outside on the back porch. They didn't like each other very much, so they all got separate cages. About a year later, Bear (my rat; my sister's was Mouse, and my brother's was Skunk) died. My dad and mom never really liked the rats, so they had told me and my other siblings, "No more rats when these die." Because of that, Mom said I could have a hamster.
And now I have one.
Not much more to say, so I guess that's it for now. BYE!