It started the night before with a rattie that wouldn't go to bed! Then, Christmas morning being woken up at around 5am by an excited little rattie -clearly wanting to see if Father Christmas had been.
And then getting harassed to get breakfast done quicker.
I then had the idea of making him a little present to open (bad mother that I am, didn't think of this sooner, else I could've made him a really nice one with some nice crinkly paper). It was a pinyata of sorts. I wrapped up some of his favourite foods into a piece of kitchen roll.
He got quite excited wondering how he was going to get inside.
And then he ran off to hide in his box and rip and shred and eat.
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