I like mice.
As a nipper I used to keep pet white ones in a little cage. One of my weekly chores was to walk down to the local butcher who used to give me a large bag of sawdust from the sacks he kept to spread on the floor. It’s a long time since I saw sawdust on a floor…
Anyhows, we have a new pet. Or two. Or maybe more.
I first came across one when I went to make a cuppa, and found him sitting, bold as brass, behind the tea caddy. He looked at me and I look at him, before he scuttled away under the gas fire. He was a lovely little fella [I assume it was a he as I’m no expert at sexing mice at a distance]. The main thing that struck me was his size – he was tiny. I would guess about an inch and a half not counting the tail.
Mein Führer unfortunately got to hear about my new friend and demanded that I put down a trap. Herself can be quite cruel sometimes, as I can personally testify. So orders is orders and I set a trap.
I caught him that night. He was unharmed as the snap part had gone clean over his head and had caught the end of his tail. He was unhurt by the looks of him, but a bit pissed off at having a fucking trap attached to him. I let him loose in the garden.
Yesterday Penny got all curious. She started staring at a corner of the room but was too lazy of course to actually get up and go over to investigate. I went instead and there was another mouse under the radiator. This one was even smaller at around an inch. Without personal introductions [he wasn’t very talkative] I can only assume he’s a field mouse.
Penny has been on duty ever since. She lies on the couch keeping a keen eye out for movement and has even dragged herself to her feet once or twice. To encourage more exercise and activity I have promoted her to Mousewatcher-in-Chief, but she has strict instructions not to harm.
I have seen him a couple of times this morning just out of the corner of my eye. He’s more like a fleeting silent shadow than a mouse and he’s doing me no harm so long may he live. There are no signs of incontinence or damage to food so why should I hold a grudge?
I haven’t told Herself.
This is one little friendship I’m keeping to myself.