He's loving his time alone in solitary - I swear, he is the LAZIEST rat I have EVER encountered.
Chance is blooming. I weighed him... maybe a week ago at the most? 341g, which was good, he'd gained weight over what he'd been before his cold. I weigh him today, he's 360g!!! He's the happiest boy in the world right now, zooming around the cage, solving puzzles (his current one is how to chew the med-sized LCBO bag into pieces so he can get it into Mr. Honeycomb's wooden hut), finding about 1500 routes to and from his fruit basket, where he keeps his stash of food...
I'm sure if I could speak rat he'd go 'What, there used to be another rat here? Oh well, more fun for meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!'
His personality has just grown 1000%, it's incredible. And again, I feel horrible I just didn't pick up on how oppressed he was by Mr. H (then again, I was on Singulair and getting off it, which screwed up my head enormously). But I'm also taking advantage of it - he's such a joy to hold and cuddle, and let him ride on my shoulder... that's what I get from him - an emanation of pure, innocent joy. I'm sure he'd tell Arlene he's the happiest rat in the world, or something like it!
But yes, Shelagh, I've very high hopes that after the neuter and the holidays apart, neutral intros will start again, and they'll come to love each other again.
Regardless though, both Tim and my mom have forbidden me from ever getting male rats again! LOL (The mom thing was interesting, since she was dead-set against me getting more after the P&P girls passed - obviously she's resigned herself to the fact that rats are just gonna be part of Tim's and my life)