It sucked that he didn't get along with other rats, but he
lived in his own palace, as you can see, getting his own table, his
own veggies and his own treats.
Here he's found a treat one of the other rats stashed.
Sitting next to me on my chair while I'm at the computer, he would always
come join
me when I was here. He'd even climb up on my shoulder and survey the land
for a while sometimes.
He was surprisingly a good rat in that he never
chewed up any furniture or carpet, never seemed to destroy anything. He did
like to try and harrass my other rats by trying to climb up on their table
(it's made so they can't get up all the way) or sitting on his table watching
them from across the way and dreaming of getting a chance to beat them up.
I could never figure out why he just didn't like other rats. But that's okay,
he loved all the people that came his way and he had a great life here.