My cat gazed at us from across the room pearched on top of a chair, tail swishing back and forth. My brother Ben, his friend Orin, and I, not aware of him had brought my two white rats out to play. We were sitting on the floor with are legs touching to form a sort of triangular cage. My rats Squeke and Little were on my shoulders. Once our legs were positioned, I took them off my shoulders and placed them in the middle of our make-shift cage. We all had carrots and my rats-overwelmed by so much food-squeaked loudly and ran around to each of us. My cat, still on the couch had changed position and was now crouched low, eyeing the rats. We were still unaware of him, and continued to play with my rats. Squeke was right in front of my hand eating a carrot when my cat came up behind me and picked Squeake up with his teeth. I whirled around, and reached for his tail, but it was to late. My cat was already running down the stairs with Squeke still hanging from his mouth. "SOCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed, as I jumed up and ran towards the stairs. Ben and Orin were close behind. Once down the stairs Orin ran and put Little in her cage. Socks, seeing three people running after him, freaked. He ran down another staircase into the basement, still holding Squeke in his mouth. I ran after him with pictures of tiny graves in my head. Once at the bottom of the stairs Socks stoped. He just stood there, looking at me. In the three seconds he stood there, I made my move. I reached out and pulled his tail. Socks startled, droped the rat and ran up the stairs. I jumed the last two steps and landed on the carpeted floor of the basement. "Ben, Orin, come help me look!!!" I yelled up the stairs,"Socks droped Squeke but I can't find her!" I started searching franticaly. Ben and Orin came down and started looking with me. We looked for ten minutes with out results. I sat down on the guest bed and looked into the mirrow propped against the wall. I sighed, and looked down at the floor. I gasped. There was Squeke, laying on the floor under the mirrow. I leaned over and picked Squeke up. She was alive! She didn't even have a scratch on her! From then on I always made sure socks was locked in a different room before I took my rats out!!! My rats died a year ago this Christmas. They lived past the normal 2-3 years most rats live. They died when they were 3 1/2 years old from tumors. When ever I think Of them I feel sad, but I also remember the good times we had together. When surfing the web I came across this homepage. I thought I'd enter a storie about them. And I did. I hope you all enjoyed it:)