For so long people have talked about getting away from the rat race...perilously close the the ratt-rays. Why did people want to get away from us? So, a race of rats down my back, disappearing wherever?

Or I could do a rat on a tray, a name bestowed on me by a parent.

Or Mouse Plate, yet another kind offering from a parent. I used to draw a mouse on a plate if I ever took food to a party.

Truth is my generation was not into tats. I would never do one.