Beware! More Photographic Brilliance!

Again, since I've been somewhat violently ill lately, exciting events have been a bit thin on the ground. However, as it's now absolutely freezing outside, I have moved Saffron into the lounge room, where it's continually baking at around 35 degrees if I have my way. Now, before you even begin the thought process '...eww, but rats smell' - - - PAUSE. They do not, and shouldn't, if cared for correctly.
Since her arrival into our most commonly used room, she's found herself the subject of a devoted and loyal audience, namely Cleo and Sahara, and myself sitting over them with a water pistol. They can't get enough of her, and will sit for literally hours in the same position, no doubt unblinkingly deciding which garnish would best suit her on the way down their gullet.
And being the miniature show pony Saffron is, she laps it up. If I weren't potentially hallucinating from lack of nourishment, I'd say she even taunts them. And short of putting on tiny tap shoes and doing a routine every time I open the fridge, she sure makes a performance begging for more food.