I can’t think about Peter and Rat without feeling a connection, a kind of recognition that genuinely calms me.
Peter doesn’t love in a simple way, but when he looks at Rat, everything in him shifts focus. It’s like the world gets smaller, and only that small animal truly matters. He observes too much. He cares too much. He overthinks every detail, as if any mistake could break something irreparable.
Sometimes it extends into him.
And I understand it more than I’d like, in an intimate way, almost cruel.
Because I’m like that too.
I get trapped in the details. The way an animal breathes, the way it reacts to its environment, the way it trusts without even knowing what trust is. I learn more than I should. I observe more than necessary. And when I realize it... it’s already become part of me.
When I learned more about snakes like the hognose, it pulled me in even deeper.
The way they behave, how they have their own defense mechanisms, their subtle signals, their specific needs... nothing about them exists to please anyone.
And even so, they’re loved simply because someone gently noticed there was something in them.
That turns into care for something sensitive to its environment, something that depends completely on whoever cares for it, and a form of love that doesn’t need to be clearly returned to be real.
Some animals are like that.
Fragile, short-lived... they can’t speak.
Often marked by neglect, by people who never understood.
And still, you choose to care.
Because even someone broken can be gentle with something smaller.
This is the kind of connection that demands observation, patience, and a real desire to understand. Many would say it isn’t about control, but denying that simplifies it too much.
Control coexisting with care.
That’s one of the contradictions that draws me most to Peter.
And Rat never needed him to be perfect. She only needs him to be caring.
Because in the end, it’s not about him being good.
It’s about how, despite everything, he still manages to do it.
Peter e Rat... Eu chamaria de família na minha cabeça doente.
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