So, Ratville is on my right.  Inside are three luscious, plump females.

On my left are the Condos, a cage where I keep the guys.  At present, there is one male rat in there.

His name is Brutus.

Now, I've only had the Condos (and Brutus, for that matter) for two weeks.  The first week it was used as a honeymoon suite for Brutus and Andoria, this last week Brutus has been in there all by himself.

I noticed he kept looking at me.

It was a little disconcerting at first.  I'd glance over to my left, and, sure enough, there would be Brutus looking…looking…looking at me.

Then one day I realized that maybe Brutus wasn't looking at me, after all.
I moved the chair back slowly.  His expression never changed.  No, he wasn't looking at me.

He was looking at Ratville, to Andoria, to his love across the sea.

So here's what lucky me gets to look at every time I look to my left: