Strange isn’t it. I am a mother to four cracking boys, and when they leave home, I will miss them dreadfully....but I will not be expecting them to message me frequently throughout the day, I would not expect them to ask me for extortionate volumes of cash....and I hope I’ve raised them right, so that they enter adult life and independence with pride, morals and a healthy work ethic. I would not expect them to block me, because I refused to give them cash they were too bone idle to work for....and these are my sons, my blood, my everything! Of course I am maternal, and I love my boys, but no maternal instinct would make me tolerate the control and manipulation, that this silly little coffee shop dossing rodent has over Galleta! He is just a stranger. When I left my rat, I felt like I’d let him down, that I’d failed in my duty of care....because I had taken on quite a maternal role for this pathetic, useless, scamming kid.....but I lived with the freak....he didn’t just live in my phone. I just don’t get it really.