The Great Move

 
As a rat on the move, I like exploring new places. So it came as no surprise to me when I found myself in one of Unsuspecting Victim’s moving boxes – courtesy of Mischief and her daughter, of course – as she planned to move into her first apartment. It was a bit stuffy in there between the socks and the desk lamp, but I made do by making myself a nice little nestlet out of her bed sheets. (After all, I was hiding in those sheets when I met her in the first place; figured it would be a nice throwback.) I managed to sneak in a bag of Cheetos which I enjoyed during my ride, but I hope she wasn’t too upset about the crumbs and, er, “presents” I left behind.
 
Once again she was a bit startled at my presence upon opening her box, but then a big grin and a chuckle crossed her lips as the final prank of Mischief and her daughter was pulled. Thus I found myself in my new home with Unsuspecting Victim. Having begun a new chapter in my life, after settling myself in with some cheese and a rat nap, I turned the page on an all new set of rat-tastic adventures.
 
So if you plan to move, keep your whiskers alert, because you never know what might squeak out.
 
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob

Bob’s Beginnings

   
So how did I get here and come by the unusual rat name Bob, you ask? Well, it started out innocently enough. One day a lady by the name of Mischief came by and thought it would be a great idea to pull a prank on her daughter’s best friend, Unsuspecting Victim. That night I found myself in the bed of Miss Victim, and great was the scream of horror from her lips when, ready for a peaceful night’s slumber, she pulled back the covers only to discover me there looking up at her with my beady-red rat eyes. Great also was the peel of laughter coming from Mischief and her daughter, who were waiting with bated breath across the hallway for her reaction. I, myself, smiled silently in delight.
 
After that I found myself volleying back and forth between the friends: one day I’d be found in the dresser drawer of one, the next day in the backpack of the other. I got a kick out of every startle. At last they decided to name me. And what better name for a terror-inspiring rat than Bob, one of the most ironically tranquil names of all? And of course Unsuspecting Victim, who’d once named one of her sea monkeys Farfegnügen, was the one to christen me.
 
So there I was, and here I am: Bob the rat. And with that, the adventures began. So until next time, have a good night, and don’t let the bed rats bite.
  

Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob

Bob’s Blogs: The Many Adventures of Bob the Rat

  
Hi. My name is Bob. I’m a rat. I know, I know: Bob’s an awfully strange name for a rat – and that’s just the way I like it. And just like my name’s a bit tongue-in-cheek for someone of my species, my life is a bit unusual as well.
 
It’s this uncommon life I want to bring you into through my blog here, and I’m sure you’ll find it an interesting experience, to say the least. I mean, let’s face it: when was the last time you read a blog written by a rat?! So brush off your whiskers and go get you some cheese … it’s going to be one rat-tastic adventure!
 
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob