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Tonight, during playtime, Gus squeaked a couple of times, and I finally figured out that I had sat my butt on the end of his tail! He wasn't seriously hurt, thank heavens, but I still feel so badly about it; he was hurt enough to squeak to try to let me know about it.
We "made up" over a piece of chicken, and I don't think he's bothered by it, now...I'm not sure, but I think the chicken wiped it from his mind.
Has anyone here sat on or stepped on a tail or foot? Was your rat OK physically? If your rat was OK physically, was he OK emotionally/mentally, and did he forgive and forget fairly soon?
I think it would be fair to say that, now, Gus doesn't like the song, "Baby Got Back."
Tonight, during playtime, Gus squeaked a couple of times, and I finally figured out that I had sat my butt on the end of his tail! He wasn't seriously hurt, thank heavens, but I still feel so badly about it; he was hurt enough to squeak to try to let me know about it.
We "made up" over a piece of chicken, and I don't think he's bothered by it, now...I'm not sure, but I think the chicken wiped it from his mind.
Has anyone here sat on or stepped on a tail or foot? Was your rat OK physically? If your rat was OK physically, was he OK emotionally/mentally, and did he forgive and forget fairly soon?
I think it would be fair to say that, now, Gus doesn't like the song, "Baby Got Back."