I appear to have a very small, temporary, pet mouse. When a cat brings in a live one, I catch it and put it in the garden. When the cat brings in a dead one, I pick it up in kitchen paper and put it in the bin. This one ambles very slowly and blearily. It has a bit of a hole in it, and a half-chewed tail. At the moment it is in a box with a piece of cheese and half a grape, where it is crawling under the kitchen paper to find a dark space to curl up in.
Pandora-cat gave me such a dirty look.
EDIT: Oh, that's serious mouse/grape OM NOM NOM action.
Pandora-cat gave me such a dirty look.
EDIT: Oh, that's serious mouse/grape OM NOM NOM action.
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read somewhere
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Not to mention the Beanie Babies, of course.
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Yay mousey! Oh, I have so much to look forward to when these two grow up... *eyes kittens suspiciously*