Mona’s been with us now for one whole year, officially, as of the end of March. It’s 6am and right now she’s chewing on a lab block in her new cage, which I’m renovating one piece at a time. I can’t believe we still have her. She’s a true survivor, given all the crap she’s taken over the last year.
First, she had to get over the baby lice and sinus infection she picked up from her life as a feeder rat. Then, at this show last year, she got caught in the car door and was paralized from the waist down for about a week (that is a fantastic story if I ever make the time to tell it). Since then she’s survived dampness, cold, erratic diets, nearly lost the end of her tail, tried to hang herself once, ate an entire bottle of antibiotic ointment, several times guzzles transmission fluid, mashed her paws, nose, and/or tail dozens of times trying to get into or out of places she wasn’t supposed to, poked her nose into a candle flame and burned off half the whiskers on the left side of her face, and whenever she thinks she can get away with it, voluntarily falls several feet to the ground.
Recently, we took Mona to the vet. I had a dream some weeks ago in Sherwood that a big orange cat seized Mona about the neck on the left side of her. In the dream, I jumped up and stabbed the cat in the ribs, leaving Mona twitching, still alive, but I woke up before I determined whether or not she survived. Well, here about a week ago we checked on her, and noticed build-up in her left ear, which indicates an ear infection. So when we made it to Dallas, we took her to the vet who gave us a topical antibiotic to put in that ear. One drop every day for ten days, the standard procedure. Within a few days her ear cleared up, but it’ll still be a few days before we stop her treatment, just in case.
Mona is doing marvelously now. We’ve moved her cage from the wall of the van to a big clear plastic storage tub that I can more easily clean. Gradually I’m fixing it up for her to live comfortably. She doesn’t care for the cage much yet, but she’ll like it plenty when I’m done with it. It’ll have portholes and chew toys and hammocks galore, and I can easily clean and sanitize it. That’s a plus, because there are a couple of adorable, healthy, loving boy rats here that she met last year and I would like to breed her to them. We’re looking to raise a few pups, and hopefully keep one of the females to be a companion to Mona when she gets older (it’ll be a pup she’s fond of, of course). Finding good homes for the pups won’t be a problem out here – rats are super easy to take care of, adapt to their changing environment admirably, and everyone who’s met her absolutely loves Mona.
Mona is magic. She’s taught people how to love rats, she’s comforted people in distress, been a great companion to tripping hippies, and once even made a grown Texas man cry. Mona endears herself to everyone she meets. Our baby girl really is magical, as much as an animal can be. We’re convinced Mona will live forever… so long as she doesn’t kill herself first!
Peace!
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