Hi, my name is Baby and I run this Ratzo Rescue. I am a voluptuous Siamese rat - or maybe I am just big boned? Whatever I am, my mom thinks I am darn cute! I am a highly intelligent ratzo, I know how to read and write, type, surf the net and I even study yoga and practice ratfoo! But enough about me. Even though I could go on all day about how smart and cute I am. Oh yeah, back to business.

Well in order to tell you about Ratzo Rescue I need to tell you about my mom. Well, mom is a pudgy italian woman who gives me all I desire and more. But let me start from the beginning. At first mom thought rats were hideous scary little creatures who crawl into your bed at night and chew off your digits - NOT TRUE! Geepers, we nibble a bit, but that's besides the point. Anyhow, all she knew of rats is what she saw in the movies, we lurk in sewers, carry disease and caused the plague. We have huge teeth and love to bite humans, steal car keys in the middle of the night and hold cats for ransom. Again, all not true (well except for the last two).

In 2004 mom moved to Rochester, NY from the country and soon met her new neighbors. At first she thought these neighbors were a few whiskers shy of a hamster. The neighbors used to walk around outside with rats on their shoulders, take them for car rides and let them sleep in bed with them. Holy canoli, can you imagine that? I mean, the nerve of those humans, they wont even give up the whole bed or let the rats drive! Ok, like, talk to the paw! As mom got to know the neighbors, she got to know their furry friends as well. Us ratzo's have a way of snuggling our way into peoples hearts. Mom soon began to take a liking to her ratzo neighbors and decided she wanted a ratzo of her own, well here she is 22 ratzo's later...lol We are all rescues, weather from other people, pet stores, "human" societies (LOL), etc. Better to live with mom than become snake food, abused, lonely, cold or even worse - live without cheese doodles!

We all live in moms office. She works from home. She owns a web site and development company. The only unfortunate thing about living here is she puts us all to work as her "office helpers" - then again we will do anything for a yogurt drop or two, or three or.... Oh yeah, where was I? Ahh yes, we live in moms office, we help chew papers, nibble the key board and even gnaw through the phone line every now and then. Geepers, a ratzo's work is never done! Us ratzo's are here to make newcomers feel welcome, comfortable and best of all - loved! What's life without a bunch of spitty human kisses?