Rat Bandits

We have a small table by the rat cage so the girls can run in and out of their cage in the evening. They are a nervous sort, so I put a little blanket on the table so they have more traction on the slick surface. Yesterday, I put the blanket in the wash, so I put an old towel on the table.

Rustling sounds ensued. I walked back into the room and saw this:


Oreo and Cupcake distancing themselves as much as possible from their attempt to stuff the entire towel into the cage.

Here's a better angle:

Not only did they try to drag the towel in, they brought the igloo along too. Dream big, little rats, dream big.