Ok the rat has officially left.
It was taken away by my grandfather.
Who, is a garung guni.
My grandfather says to let him out
in the jungle.
but i seriously doubt he can live.

I mean he smells like the black glue
or should i say tar.
and he is vulnerable, in the sense
that he's already injured.
He'll be away from family,
etc. tha's why i don't think he'll live long.

According to my brother:
not my problem isit ?!
HAha i say! haha i'll say again.
yah...but i just...i mean...i can't....
phfff....forget it.

Anyway, i fed it 1/8 a biscuit
and it kinda sniffed around to make sure it's safe.
although how i'm not sure how
all i smelt was the glue.
so there i was feeding it...
and it sudenly kinda jumped on the biscuit.
u know, like to say: hah!

then cause tha biscuit was kinda hard,
it got a shock. haha.
so i fed it some of my bread,
and it kinda did the same thing,
except this time....
it turned around, with the bread,
and kinda tried to not let me see.

It kept moving around,
trying to escape and was really frightened,
but when i went shh...
it could stay still and watch me drop food to it.
okay nothing big but at least that's something
considering that it's only been one night...

yup. so it ate the biscuit and bread, a little,
until my grandfather came to take it.
when i put him on the truck,
it was standing on two paws,
front two clinging on to the top of the cage.

Maybe it knew that it was going away,
and didn't want to leave.
It looked like it was saying...
help me!
i mean i fed it right?
haha. silly me yea?

So now..
all i have left is these pictures
and this glue smell stuck in my nose
or on me i don't really know.
i just kinda smell it.
sad huh...*sob sob*

Oh and i named him Ramy.