Did you try the old coffee first to see what the flavor was like? Who knows, rat-infused coffee might be the next hipster trend!
Why not? Some people might like rat in their coffee; others already like coffee in their rats.
Yes, I know it’s not a rodent. The wordplay was irresistable, though.
Let me not to a rat in coffee dunk’d
Admit impediments. Rat is not rat
Who does not do whatever it has thunk’d
Immediately, whate’er may come from that.
O no! she is an ever-crazy pet
That looks on beverages and longs to swim;
She thinks herself biscotto, and gets set
To climb the mug and plunge her headlong in.
She is a fool, for furry head and butt
Are swiftly soaked and full of coffee stains
That alter not with all her grooming pains
But still persist long past the fateful splut.
If this be error, and upon me shown,
I never writ, nor rat in mug was thrown.
I sympathize. My Ahser has a drinking problem and a drug problem.
Rattie! Rattie! wading light
In my coffee mug this night.
What inspired your rodent brain
To stress me out and cause me pain?
I had a white rat as well, her name was Ratphrodite.
Awww, what a cute rattie! I guess I’ll post a link to my girls as well…
(Bettina, Lola, Cookie, & Bettina’s babies :))
:eek: Yeah and then you had two rats who were awake all night! Hope you have more than one wheel 
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I saw the title and immediately heard:
Got rat in coffee
Got mouse I abuse it
Rodentia I feel it nesting
Gonna pipe you, pipe you, pipe you to the river.
Sung, of course, to the music of Brass in Pocket.
Reminds me of my days stationed in the UK. A mouse got into my dorm room and was scurrying around our dresser tops. Attempts to catch it via a wastebasket, a brochure and a dab butter didn’t work. I did notice it seemed interested in the contents of all the sorta empty Bud cans my rooomie left lying around, so I poured a little beer in a rocks glass. The critter just dove in and drank the beer dry.
He was just a bit wobbly when he finished and dropped off the dresser and disappeared. Never saw him again, but there was word a mouse was killed in the floor below.
Very impressive, matt_mcl. But was the change in rhyme scheme in the third quatrain intentional? If I’m not mistaken, the Shakespearean sonnet pattern would have called for EFEF there, not EFFE.
Not, of course, that I could write a sonnet in any mode, of course. So don’t take this too critically.
Bugger.
I remember that. I really love Frosted Flakes, too. Party pooper 
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Rat’s in the glass
Alas.
With apologies to Gertrude Stein
Awww… what cute ratties. I got enamoured of them last year after doing a bunch of reading online, trying to find a small pet that would work well with my lifestyle.
Lola is so cuuuute!!!
This picture is just adorable! dies One of the things I love about rats is that they retain a lot of their baby-cuteness even after they’re full grown.
I’ve never tried to give any of my fuzzbutts coffee, but one of my girls, Ginger (maybe it’s something about fawns) is a bit of a lush. I let them have a taste of Mike’s Hard Lemonade at my Christmas party, and all of them gave it a taste and wanted nothing to do with it. Except Ginger. Who I had to take it away from of before she guzzled it all down.
I don’t let them freerange anywhere but on the floor or the bed, so they don’t get into my lunch or dinner really, but you should see them go apeshit when someone comes in the door with a bag of food with french fries, or when they can smell me cooking.
Please send some espresso over to the SDMB hamsters.
Thanks! Yeah, Bettina (obviously) likes coffee a bit too much. Cookie doesn’t really care for it, and Lola doesn’t want anything if it’s not chewy/crunchy - that’s why she’s the fat one. LOL.
One of my friends used to give his rat a thimble full of beer every Saturday night. Apparently it was his favorite treat.
I’ve heard of ratties that got into their owners margaritas when their back was turned…
I actually was concerned about it, but apparently alcohol in small amounts isn’t dangerous to them.
My rats will eat damn near anything… except I have one rat (out of five females) who doesn’t seem to like meat, unless it’s breaded and fried. The others will gobble it down. I usually share a wee bit of whatever I’m eating with them.
Rats are the best. I was feeling crappy earlier and laying in bed with Ginger and she ran down under the covers and started tickling my feet with her whiskers. They’re like little puppies that never grow up.
As a kid I had been told to give small rodents red wine if they had respiratory problems. Later in life I liked to indulge them in a drop or two just to see the previously well balanced and fleet of foot totally fall over her own tail. Tipsy rats are hysterical and they don’t vomit on you while professing their love.
Typically . . . . .