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Wulfman

DOB: predicted to be late June 2006

Adopted: 28th August 2006

Sex: Male

Colour: Agouti

Coat pattern: Hooded varieberk

Coat type: Wulfman’s coat is surprisingly glossy and short in comparison to the others. It’s like a Staffy’s coat.

Cage rank: Alpha. He’s such a gentle, clumsy leader and yet the others literally fall at his feet for power grooming. He takes pleasure sometimes in chasing them down, knocking them over and stepping on their face like any good alpha should of course.

Wulfman in 5 words: Goofy, happy, clumsy, strong, muscular and twitchy.

Favourite things: stealing food, hoarding, humping (for dominance… normal for rats), power grooming, grooming himself on the edge of shelves and losing his balance, sniffing loudly, bruxing and of course ‘flat ratting’ where he will suddenly flop out in the open with his entire body spread happily.

Naughtiest stunts: Wulfman is a terror. In many ways he may be the naughtiest, but he gets away with it as a family favourite:

  • chewing the leather couch
  • destroying one of my T-shirts (while I was wearing it!)
  • chewing little holes in Phil’s textbooks
  • pushing the other rats off high places
  • suspected to have chewed the cords of my Logitech Z300 speakers
  • chewing holes in Phil’s good shorts
  • stealing everyone’s nuts in their shell
  • plopping onto the floor during free-range time on the bed
  • pushing/chasing everyone away from the dinner bowl (only twice luckily)
  • climbing up bare skin from head to toe
  • sitting on my head during cage cleaning
  • laying at the bottom of stairs/ entry to pipes so that the others trip over him. He tends to take advantage of such situations by flipping the victim over and giving them a good grooming or paw to the face.
  • moodswings. Wulfman will go from thundering about to flat ratting to sleeping to wrestling within the blink of an eye. His cagemates have trouble keeping up and often by the time their pounces land on him he’s lying down in a grump and responds with a horrible squeak. 5 minutes later he’s climbing up my front and bruxing on my shoulder. Though if you ever try to pick him up he will squeak… sometimes squeal. Luckily he’s always eager to ride on shoulders and so this is how we move him.