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It all started on June 18, 1999, when five pet rats came into the shelter.
They were called "the crush victims." At the time, I did not know what that
meant. I soon found out it meant some disgusting and sick people got a sexual
high on taping innocent pet rats to the floor to crush them and take pictures
or videotape them. You see, the women wore nothing but spiked high heels. And
while they were stepping on these little furry creatures, someone videotaped
it and sold these tapes for $100 each. It really brought tears to my eyes,
since I am the rodent lady at the shelter. I love these little guys. They
don't deserve this kind of treatment any more than any other animal does.
This is where all the extra time and hours came in for me. Most people
are afraid and don't really understand pet rats. I started going to the
shelter seven days a week to take care of these pet rats. I took in cages,
food, CareFRESH®, and medicine. So, every day the officers saw me cutting up
vegetables and fruit for the rats. I also took in rice, pasta, and scrambled
eggs. I kept up this pace for the first three and a half months.
The two females were pregnant, but no one at the shelter knew it. One
day, I was in there cleaning the cages and I saw some blood and realized one
of the girls was about to give birth. It was time for Teddy Bear, the father
to come out of the cage. I moved him to another cage, but left the other
female with her to help take care of the babies. We didn't have another extra
cage to put her in. I kept changing cages around, trying to make things
better for everyone.
There were 12 babies in the litter. I called the rat club that I am a
member of and they agreed to take the babies and find them homes when they
were old enough. The babies were very healthy and I was pleased with myself.
The second litter of babies was born to the poor female who had actually
been taped to the floor - 12 more! I tried giving the first mom a few of the
babies to take care of so she wouldn't be sad about her babies being gone;
someone told me that would be fine to do. Two weeks later, the babies were
dead. It made me really sad and I blamed myself. The mom's milk had dried up
and I didn't know it. If she were at home with me I would have noticed, but
the rats couldn't be removed from the shelter because they were evidence in a
crime.
The rest of the second set of babies were fine, and again, the rat club
took them when they were old enough. I felt good about everyone; however, the
three male rats were fighting. Their quarters were just too close for comfort
and they did not get to come out and play at the shelter. Everyone started
getting stressed out. There were too many snakes and cats in the back room
where the rats were, and the rats were getting really nervous, stressing them
out. Because of this, the shelter finally agreed to let me take them home so
I could properly care for them until they were released from being "evidence."
We made a few trips to the veterinarian, and on the whole, everyone was
coming along fine. However, I had to put one male rat alone in a cage because
the other two were picking on him. Poor Samuel, he was one who had actually
had his tail taped to the floor. He's a little slow and his eyesight is not
the best, but he has learned how to get on my bed and he's a very sweet
little boy.
The female who had been taped to the floor, Pipsqueak, bit me nine
times, but I expected her to be difficult. If someone taped me to the floor,
I would probably bite, too! I had to really work with her and we have come a
long, long way. Pipsqueak adores me now - my hard work paid off. I still
don't stick my fingers through the cage bars, though.
On February 15, 2000, the man who had been arrested for videotaping the
act of 'crushing' these poor rats was sentenced to three years in prison. The
woman went to the county jail for one year and will also be on probation for
a while. Not bad for a cruelty case.
On March 29, 2000 I found a tumor on Teddy Bear, the father of the
babies. On March 30 I took him into Dr. Ridgeway in Long Beach, California.
He took fluid out of the tumor to check for malignancy. She called me the
next day to tell me it was cancer. The shelter didn't want to pay to have
the tumor removed - it's not their job. I couldn't let Teddy Bear die, and
since the rats will really be mine when they are released as evidence, I said
I would pay the bill and have the tumor removed. Teddy's appointment was set
for April 4. The tumor had doubled in size since I first took him in. Only a
week later it was the size of a walnut. I took Teddy in at 8:30 am and sat
and waited for Dr. Ridgeway to operate. It wasn't until 11:00 am that they
were ready to perform Teddy's surgery. I waited the 40 minutes it took to
remove the tumor and talked with Dr. Ridgeway (and saw the tumor!) afterward.
He had to really scrape and go deep to get it all out.
For the first four days, Teddy's cage was on my bed beside me so I could
watch him. I wanted to be sure he didn't get bored or lonely and start
chewing on his stitches. After the danger had passed, I moved his cage to my
dresser at night. On April 15 I tried to put Teddy back with Robin Hood, but
Teddy picked on Robin Hood and was being aggressive. It will take a while to
get them to live peacefully together again.
On April 5, 2000 all of the cruelty case rats were finally released from
custody. They are all now legally mine. It took almost a whole year! From
June 18, 1999 to April 5, 2000 my love for these guys has kept them healthy
and happy. I used to say they were in jail during this period, but my friend
said that they were at Disneyland being in my house! She was probably right.
The cruelty case rats wish to thank everyone for the 370 letters you
sent to Judy Griffith and Wayne Besenty of the Long Beach Animal Control.
Teddy Bear | Black male | 1 year, 1 month |
Samuel | White male | 1 year, 4 months |
Robin Hood | Black & White male | 11 months |
Pipsqueak | Black & White female | 11 months |
Sweetie Pie | Gray & Black female | 11 months |
And my guys who had to share my time and love:
Bandit | Black & White male | 3 years, 4 months |
Ho-Bo | Black & White male | 1 year, 2 months |
Baby | Black & White female | 1 year |
I lost all of these guys within two months of each other. I lost Buddy
and Poo-Poo within one week of each other. That was really rough.
Sweet Pea | Gold female | 3 years, 1 month |
Buddy | Black & White male | 3 years, 3 months |
Poo-Poo | Blue female | 11 months |
>From the heart of Judy Griffith, volunteer at Long Beach Animal Control,
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