Well, it’s always interesting when a newcomer moves in, isn’t it?
Winnie was kept physically separate from Miranda at first, because Miranda had grown to adulthood as an only rat and would probably have killed Winnie if I’d simply tossed them into a cage together. But it only took a week for them to become good friends. Winnie even introduced Miranda to the pleasures of the sleeping hammock, which Miranda had been boycotting on principle. (I put up the hammock to replace the fleece-lined jacket that Miranda had adopted— and was rapidly rendering unwearable.)