Stuart the Mouse Comes to Visit
Day one of petsitting a friend’s mouse (while said friend frolics in Paris): figuring out if this pet will entertain our other much noisier, much poopier, wheel-less pet.
He’s a brown and white character who loves his toilet paper roll cave and a few Carr crackers now and then. It’s a bit odd that we are actively trying to kill his urban relatives, who run free in our kitchen (not the same market for free range mice as there is for chickens), while he lounges in his entertainment room. Maybe he’ll convince them switch apartments?
2 Comments
bridget
hahaha, too funny. the whole, we’re trying to kill his urban relatives all at the same time. seriously. free range usually denotes good feelings. free range mouse? not so. we want ’em caged.
kk
omg how how how how
did i miss this post
i had to change my desktop background again.
your rug looks too good with my orange/red background
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