Rescued wild rat is the sweetest snuggle bug

Oh no, what happened here? The rat showed up in our atrium this morning. He fell from the roof of my house. I don't know how it got here. Just sort of lifted his little head toward my voice as if it were like saying, help me, help me. I immediately researched how to care for an abandoned, orphaned, wild baby rat. He's like in heaven. Look at his eyes, they're closed. I waited a long time. I thought maybe the mama rat will come back and get her baby. But after five hours, I knew she wasn't coming back and I decided that moment. I needed to save this little creature's life. A lot of people were concerned that he would have a disease, but that didn't even cross my mind. My heart felt so badly for this little creature that needed help. He likes it. Well, they said after he eats, actually you're supposed to massage them because that's what mom would do and it helps them digest their food. And all of a sudden, his eyes opened. I was the very first thing he saw ever. I truly believe he thinks I'm a big rat because I'm the only thing, I'm the first thing he saw. He just thinks I'm a big rat. Who takes care of him? He doesn't like any meat. People tell me, oh, offer him eggs, chicken, fish. He won't eat it. Mm, so hungry. I definitely have a vegetarian rat on my hands. Nummy, nummy, nummy time, nummy time, nummy time. When he gets tired, he'll sit there on my chest and just curl up and go to sleep because he likes being next to me. I thought about releasing Rufus back to the wild, but after doing a lot of research, I realized he cannot be let go. You can't do it, you can't do it. He does not know how to defend against enemies or find food. He's completely trusting of humans and he would not survive. His little hand goes up when I rub it. But he doesn't trust anything man-made. He doesn't like anything made of plastic. People said, oh, get him a wheel or get him this kind of little house or get him this, he rejects it. Rufus. He doesn't even eat man-made food. Anything from a packet to a box, he won't touch. It's only gotta be fresh vegetables, fresh fruits, nuts and seeds. He doesn't like anything man-made, anything plastic. Oh, that feels so good. So he retains that wild instinct, which I try to respect in him. He's proxying, do you hear it? I was at a coffee shop a few weeks ago when a bunch of elderly women were sitting around talking and I joined the conversation and they were sharing their stories of their grandchildren and they said, oh, do you have grandchildren? I said, no, I have a rat.