Emma and the terrible, horrible, no good, very day: missing rats
So this morning I woke up and said hello to my rat babies. I was very impressed because the wire in their cage is too far apart and they can slip out of it but they stayed there all night. They were very happy to see me. I considered taking one in the shower with me but thought I would let them sleep instead. So when I got out of the shower I checked on them and they were gone. I called for Zee and he didn’t come to me. I started to get really worried, but I had to get ready for school. So I put a towel underneath my door so they couldn’t slip out and decided to look for them after school because my professor would be pissed if I was late again. I sat in school anxious and watching the clock waiting for me to be able to be home and as soon as I could I ran home and my door was open and the towel had been moved from my door. I looked through my room and called my boyfriend in tears because I couldn’t find them and my dad had threatened to take them to the Humane society. My boyfriend came over and we went to our local humane society and they weren’t sure if they were there because rats take longer to be processed because they have to make sure that they are domesticated and even then we would have to adopt them, since I don’t have proof of purchase because I got them from a breeder. So my boyfriend and I went back to my house and we literally turned my house upside down looking for them. I had no other choice so I asked my dad. And my dad admitted that he took them but refused to tell me where. I broke down crying. They are gone, and I’ve had them less than 48 hours. I don’t know why my parents insist on ruining everything and why they were such a big deal. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m hoping to find them but I’ve just had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.