This Week’s Theme: Conspinkey. Don't look that word up, because it doesn't exist. But you're going to use it in your entry.

"He's adorable!" the girl squealed. It took me a little off guard. When I was walking my pet I was used to people squealing, but adorable usually wasn't what they squealed.

"What's his name?"

"Uh...well..." I coudln't beleive that the one time someone had asked about him instead of ewwing away from him I coudln't remember his name.

"Does he have a name yet? Or did you just get him? I had one time. I named her Squiffy. Actually, Messiah Squiffy, but that seems to insult some people."

She just kept talking, and I still coudln't remember his name. It wasn't helped by the fact that the girl talking to me had the biggest, brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen before. They would have struck me speachless even if she hadn't been asking me such hard questions as what my pets name was.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her forehead crinkling. She was starting to get the look that most people got with they first saw....

"Conspinkey. His name is Conspinkey. He's not my first though. I've had rats for years. I couldn't imagine not having one."

The wrinkles of fright disappeared from her face and she said, "I haven't had one since Squiffy. I miss her sometimes."

"Would you like to hold Conspinkey?"

"Could I?"

And thus a relationship was born from a rat named Conspinkey.

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Jodi Cleghorn said...

I briefly had a fling with a guy who had a pet Rat .... named 'M'. was originally grossed out by it, but 'M' grew on me ... his tiny little paws that were more like a human hand than you could have imagined.

I got confused ... with the Squiffy's - were there two?