All I do is stare at the cute all day. The mice have settled in and are busy, busy, busy.
I really should move them to my desk so I could at least pretend to do something while I’m watching them. These little rodents might just ruin my professional life. And drive all of my non-mouse loving blog readers away.
I know you’re all dying to see the fifth mouse, you know the one who refused to pose for me when I went on my first flurry of mouse photography the day we brought them home.
Meet Sam’s mouse, Poseidon:
Sam did claim that he was going to change Poseidon’s name today to something that sounded a lot like “Fight—AY YAH WHIPWHOPKAPOW!!” But that’s not cool with me. She remains Poseidon. Although Poseidon may be too dignified a name for this particular mouse.
And it wasn’t small either! It was a chicken wing!
Here’s something about mice—other than the cute—they kinda poop a lot and smell like mice. We got them Sunday and they already drove me to clean out their home today (Wednesday). And this is me we’re talking about here. I don’t clean anything. Honestly, the mouse house is cleaner than my house at this point.
Quinn was very eager to help me. The mice were less excited. And by “less excited,” I mean “freaked the fuck out.”
After we cleaned out the mouse house, we spent probably an hour watching the mice. Quinn even ate his lunch there. See what I mean about getting nothing done?
We had to rearrange the mouse house for her.
Here’s another thing. You know how all dogs are boys and all cats are girls? Well, evidently all mice are boys too. So even though we (hopefully, dear God, hopefully) have all girl mice, I will probably refer to them as “he” many, many times.
And yet another thing: I could drag this out over the next few posts, but I thought I would just get it all out of my system now and throw out some cute photos so I don’t feel the need to do it every day for the next month. There’s no need for y’all to lose the ability to work too. (You know, while you’re waiting for the photos to go up.)
Wait. Wait just a damn second. No, never mind. I just thought of and then dismissed the idea of a live mouse cam. No need to make you think I’m even crazier than I really am.
All of a sudden Poseidon is all comfortable and ready for her closeup.
They love to climb the tiki hut. I fully expect to come into the room one day and find it entirely chewed to a nub.
Run, Gerbil, run!
I got that blue wheel in addition to the solid-bottom one because the Petco mice do all kinds of funny stuff and tricks with each other on their wheels. Evidently independent pet store mice don’t.
I love this next one. Count the noses.
Well, that’s it for now. You’ll excuse me because I have to go do some work now. But first I just need to check on the mice to make sure they’re okay.
Okay. Good thing I did. I just wandered into the kitchen to find Alex doing something very irresponsible with a mouse, a cereal bowl, and a guilty look on his face. I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination.