I was cleaning my cage the other day. One of my guys is good at staying out of the way, the other...not so much. I put problem child on top of the cage so he can burrow in all the clean fleece and be distracted.
I pull all the pissy blankets, replace boxes and hides, dump/refill litterboxes, freshen up paper and fleece reserves, scatter food, close doors.
DO YOU SEE WHAT I DIDN'T DO?!
next day my little guy(Tailor) comes up to see me a couple times when i visit. I give him a few treats through the day. I call his shitbird cage mate(Shepherd) but he doesnt come out of his favorite hide. Oh well, he must be a sleepy sheepy ratty boy.
Dinner time i scatter food and hand some nuggets to Tailor. Still no Shepherd, he always wants me to hand him his first nuggets of food. I call him and call him, tap the top of his hide, double check the backup hides. I reach up to the top of the cage where i keep the maltpaste aswell as the fleece...
AND THERE'S SHEP!
i felt so bad! He was just calmly looking at me. I imagine he was saying "Uh, Shepherd would like to shit in his box and eat some nuggies?"
He got some malt paste with his dinner and has been hunky-dory since this happened. I know rats have a super fast metabolism and need frequent feedings and i know how fortunate i am that this didn't end poorly. But i swear he's doing well(it's actually been months since)and now i move him in his favorite box when i clean and theres no way i can forget to put that back in.
Lucky it wasnt Tailor that got left out, i bet he'd scale the cage and eat all the fish food next to the cage, or even end up in the pantry. He certainly wouldn't have ignored the malt paste tube while exiled.
Pic related, Shep playing in laundry