Unexpected Motherly Bonding

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Today I was running around doing a few errands with Lena, when I caved and told her we could make a quick stop to the pet store to ogle the cute furriness. We often do this, so it's not super out of the ordinary. But I haven't been since I had Elsie.

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As I strolled passed the fat funny rabbits(I have secretly always wanted a big furry lap bunny for a pet..., I smiled at the parrots, and marveled at their bright colors.

A darling fluffy little grey kitten tugged at our heartstrings.. oh so sweet! Lena and I both pet it lovingly.

Then on to the puppies. A creamy white Pomeranian! Oh, someday I will have that little doggie! I LOVE them so much. They are just adorable.

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Then, the unexpected occured. Nonchalantly I peered into the rats/mice/gerbils/hamsters area- not a place of much interest for me. And all of a sudden I observed a mother rat lying on her side with a handful of naked tiny little rats nuzzled up to her, pumping her for food, and wiggling their little legs. While completely aware of my own usual revulsion for these tiny creatures, I was overcome with the feeling of our commonality.

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I could just envision a little Disney ratatouille mommy rat lifting her head and nodding at me in understanding, as I would say to her. "I'm with ya. I know how you feel right now. How many hours apart are ya on feedings? We're about every 2 hours still." I would say with a half smile rather tiredly.

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Is it wrong for me to be bonding with mother rats? Is that like a problem?

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Because I am oddly not that weirded out by it.