Not a spa for rats, but a spa treatment employing the services of rats.
I thought of this the other night. I had the girls out on the bed for play time, but I wasn't feeling so hot so I layed down on the bed, too, and started to doze off.
Next thing I knew, I had a dozen little rattie feet running across my legs, back, and shoulders. It wasn't quite a massage (the girls aren't quite that heavy) and it was more than a tickle. All in all, quite relaxing.
Then I cracked myself up imagining a posh spa: the lavender-sage aromatherapy candles lit, the water trickling from the tabletop fountain, the vibraharp New Age music playing softly. The client lays down in a thick white robe...
...and the therapist releases the rats.
Last night, Leather decided to groom Victor's nose. "A rat facial," I said. "That costs extra."
Posted by Abita at December 8, 2003 01:40 PM