Ok, ok, I don't directly own rats, but my older sister has three that came from a rat I rescued, and my former housemate has another three!
Long story, short version. Ball python doesn't eat fuzzy rat. Fuzzy rat is then given to me. I raised this tiny rat whose eyes were closed, she went to college classes with me! I asked my sister, who'd had rats before, if she wanted the rattie when she was weaned. Sister said of course, and asked me to get a buddy for the rattie since it would be a few weeks 'til we could meet up. Well, the buddy I got from a normal petstore turned out to be pregnant, arg! So two rats became NINE one week later! All the boys found great pet homes, my housemate became attached and kept three girls, while my sister got the original rescue, Mommy rat, and one baby.
Nearly all of my pictures are of Kyle's rats, Shrew, Panda, and Gecko Paw (don't ask
) since he and I lived together (we only just went our separate ways after several years). He adores them. He never knew that rats made such great pets. They are his constant companions, they rarely are ever locked in their cage (they have the run of his room and know to do their business in the cage). They don't chew on things and are always snuggling with him. They are so outgoing and friendly since they've been handled since birth (Mommy Ratty was cool with us handling her babies, and it made for exceptionally awesome rats). I definitely miss rattie snuggle time!
That is a video of them hoarding popcorn that I took