Feeding time was a hectic frenzy every evening. The rodents shoved each other, swatted with their paws, and stuffed mounds of food into their cheeks as they huddled around the food bowls. Their little jaws tirelessly working was one of Wanda’s favorite activities to observe. When dinner was over, the evening routine ensued. The girls came out for thirty minutes, excitedly sniffing and scurrying around the apartment stealthily. They would shimmy up Wanda’s stumpy legs if she were standing or crawl over her if she had lowered herself onto the couch. They would lick her hands, an affectionate sign of grooming before cleaning themselves, then they would carry on their exploration of the apartment. Wanda wondered if the rats ever got bored, since they only ventured inside the apartment and knew
