Mr. Ripper came from the Petsmart store where I worked during graduate school. I had recently adopted another fellow, Sweeney Todd, and wanted to get him a friend. This sweet himi boy had been returned to the store after the people who bought him decided he wouldn't get along with their existing rats (they didn't bother with intros, just dumped them into a cage together) and I felt bad for him because he was so much older and bigger than the other rats at the store.
Ripper was a sweetheart. He had an affinity for boxes. He was always climbing inside of them, and I have very few pictures of him without him burrowing into something or another. He was also a consummate food stasher, he always kept piles of lab blocks hidden away.
In his old age, he experienced hind-end degeneration and lived out his last months as a bit of a slug. He finally succumbed to pneumonia when he was around 27 months old.
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