rat rescue

The Rats on the Other Side of the Door: Mia and Curly Sue

by Stephanie Cameron

While the primary focus of Rattie Ratz Rescue is placing rats in foster care as a precursor to adoption, there is a second program that is just as important but not as well known. Rattie Ratz is a no-kill rescue which means any rats surrendered to the rescue that are deemed unadoptable to the general public still need to find a good home.

Rattie Ratz Rescue: Raven

by Alyssa Nader

For the past few years, I have been bringing my rats to work. People know me as the rat lady and know that I work with Rattie Ratz to help find Bay Area ratties homes. I was traveling abroad a few weeks ago for a business trip and got an incredible message from my coworker, Kharisma.

Rattie Ratz Rescue: The Single Boys of Summer

by Jenny

As I began the two hour trek home that pleasant summer afternoon in August, my two newest bundles of fur were settled beside me in two separate travel carriers. I was excited they would be joining our burgeoning family of rescue rats, guinea pigs, and dogs, but I was also filled with a mild sense of trepidation.

Rattie Ratz: The Summer Adventures of Antoine and Bijou

by Stephanie Cameron

Antoine and Bijou are two special boys with a very special role: teaching the next generation how wonderful rats are. Antoine and Bijou are brothers who began life, as do so many of the babies brought to rescues, as part of an “oops” litter. However, they had a lucky start to life--a much different story from what most rescue rats go through. The two beautiful brothers were born into a loving family with children who doted on them every day.

Rattie Ratz: Misty and Ruby

by Kim Davis

I became a first time rattie mom back in June 2016. Misty was approximately three months old when we got her, and extremely shy. Every day I would offer her a treat as I walked by her cage, making sure to talk softly and to not make any fast or sudden movements. I would pet her very gently, but never ask her to come out. Soon, we got to the point that when I opened her cage door she was willing to climb onto my shoulder. She still wouldn’t step onto my hand, so I had to lean down and offer my shoulder each time.



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