Getting Ready For Sabbath: Observations

The pre-Sabbath rat cage cleaning is made difficut by heathen fuzzies. Somebody, I still don't know who, stole a box of my Junior Mints. I just happened to hear them rattling the box under my bed. So there I am on the floor with my head stuck under the bed yelling at who knows which rat, "GIMMIE MY CHOCOLATE!!!". Francis and some other rat came over, obviously trying to distract me, and started grooming my face with zeal. I tried to fight them off, but eventually I just had to pull out the bed to get to my mints. I hope God knows what I go through to get ready for Sabbath....*sigh*Meanwhile...why in the world is Greenpeace sending me address labels with whales on them? Being a vet tech/animal welfare activist is like being an Adventist: you end up recycling a lot of useless paper you get in the mail. Bah, it's sunny outside. I ain't gonna sit in front of my computer writing a pointless blog. Toddles!