It was bound to happen if we kept going past the animal adoption place on Second Street.

Emric is seven weeks old. Ev named from a list of Welsh baby names I got off the net. Then she changed her mind and wanted Murray, but it was too late.

Madoc meets Emric. Luckily Madoc is a complete and utter coward and legged it about a second after this was taken when the rat farted and scared him off.

Emric loves to eat.

And eat.

And eat.

But he doesn't like having a bath.

As Ev struggled to keep him in the general vicinity of the sink, I took pics and laughed. Emric didn't find it funny and almost escaped several times.

I think Emric's just discovered what taps are for.

And he didn't want to be dried off. At this point he was shaking like a leaf.... then came the hairdryer.

Although only seven weeks old, Emric is well practised in licking his arse like he's digging for gold.

Emric finishes his first day in our apartment with a kip.