She was scrupulously clean (and oddly enough, smelled very slightly of grape soda) and very quiet. She loved all fruit (especially bananas, watermelon and blueberries), cheerios, and the peanut butter and bacon dog biscuits from the bakery at the Western Fair Farmers' Market. Occasionally I would fill a paint tray with water and let her bob for peas, which was very entertaining for both of us. She was an excellent climber, a good problem solver, and much smarter than I probably gave her credit for.
I was endlessly fascinated by her delicate, human-like front paws, her halo of whiskers and fuzz-covered tail. She had an obsession with licking the inside of my ears, which drove me crazy, but I let her do it because it made her happy. She was the first living creature I saw in the morning, and the last at night.
The week before she died, I had asked my friend Mark (who also shot my Tilda Swinton tribute photo) if he would take some photos of her with his incredibly expensive camera (he also contributed the title of this post) I am forever grateful to him for these wonderful reminders of the little rat that took up very little space in my apartment, but occupied a lot of room in my heart.