Like My Rattus

 
You probably know about Facebook, the most popular social networking Website on the planet. In previous blogs you may have heard me mention Muzzlebook, which we rodents prefer. It’s a great way to procratstinate, keep up with our 150 offspring, and squeak about what’s eating us, like fleas.
 
A pawpular trend for human Facebook users, especially among teens, is something called “Like My Status.” In the status bar, the person writes something along the lines of “Like my status and I will [fill in the blank].” Friends then click the individual’s “Like” button to like the status, and pawstensibly the person does whatever the status action says.
 
This craze has caught on among our adolescent rodent population with a variant called “Like My Rattus.” Here are some pawpular Like My Rattus sayings:
 
Like My Rattus and I will …
… tell you what I think of you as: my comrat, oppawnent, or BRF (best rat forever).
… tell you how hot you are, or if you should grow a fur coat.
… give you a random nickname. (Flea-bitten is not off the table.)
… tell you your best feature: muzzle or tail.
… tell you whether you’ll be the richest rat in town or as poor as a church mouse when you grow up.
… tell you whether I’ll give you chewelry or cheese crumbs for your next birthday.
… tell you if I think you’re a country mouse or a street rat.
… tell you whether you’re a flearo or a rat fink.
… tell you if you make me melt in your paws, like cheese fondue.
… tell you whether you’re strong, like Stilton, or mild, like mozzarella.
 
As you can see, our teens are a bit rambunctious; in the throes of their raging hormones, they don’t always keep the nice-mice etiquette they were raised with. Thankfully I’m a bit beyond those angst-filled adolescent days, but I still like to keep it squeak with Muzzlebook status updates. So although I won’t tell you we should go dumpster diving or that you remind me of Chuck E. Cheese if you Like My Rattus, please sniff around my Muzzlebook page and give me a “Like” anyway at www.facebook.com/bobtherat!
 
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob