At around 3 in the morning, just when I was going to bed, I heard a squeaking. Not rat squeaks, the running wheel squeaks. It's seems like its been so long since I last heard that kind of squeaking. To my surprise, London was in the wheel! Since when did she ever like the wheel? I thought all my attempts to teach her how to use it failed or something. For whatever reason she was in it last night for a good 10 minuets kind of jogging along, not really running full speed.

I've seen Pearl get in it before to, only she just took a few spins of the wheel and decided to get out. Could she possibly be doing it too when she thinks I'm asleep? Maybe they just do it when I'm not around or during the night. Whatever reason, I'm glad all that time I spent trying to teach them wasn't a complete fail. Maybe she will figure out on her own that its fun to run in it after all.

Course, scientists say some rats are so smart they see no need in running in a wheel cause they are getting no where. Eh, whatever makes my rats happy.

I'm suppose to be going over to Erins house for an early dinner-late-lunch kinda of Thanksgiving. I was suppose to go over and help but when I called, they were already done. Oh well. I just hope dad doesn't embarrass the hell out of us.

I'm definitively giving my rats a special treat today. :] Happy Thanksgiving everyone who actually reads my journal thingys!