"Mice On My Desk"
no, that isn't nearly as catchy as "Mice on Ice!"
It's been awhile since I've posted anything about the mice. The boys did have a birthday about a month ago but I haven't posted anything about the girls. They like attention, too, so here they are:
She is squeerific!! She is tiny and gentle. She won't try to run away when you put your hand in the cage. When we first bought her, she was the smallest. She was either really young or the runt. We've decided she was the runt.
Filmstrip runs at least 17.9 miles everyday on her wheel.
I named her because I was tired of Katrina's names. They were all cutesy and some of them were named after goofy Vampire books. Which brings me to...
Twilight is a pain in the ass. It's nearly impossible to catch her and when you do, she poops on you. You can tell just by looking at this picture that she is ready to high tail it to the back of the desk.
Pumpkin Pie, or Pumpkin for short, was from Trent's science teacher. She gets new mice each year and gives away the mice at the end of the year. We fell in LOVE with Pumpkin the first time we mouse sat her over Fall Break. She walks right into your hand and wants to be loved and petted.
When we adopted her in May, she was a porker. She has lost a little weight, maybe because she enjoys the wheel a bit, too.
She is by far the sweetest mouse we have ever had. She is also the only female mouse that will take Cheerios from my hand.
In the picture, it looks like she's saying, "I come out for cookie".
Haboob also came from Trent's science teacher. Poor Haboob. She's a little shy and a little feisty. You can rarely catch her. She has longer hair and her left eye seems to always be a little runny. It's like she's allergic to something. Maybe cats.
When we first got her in May, we thought she was on death's door. Over the summer, she perked up but now she's back to her weird ways. She's breathing very heavily and I frequently find her alone in the corner at the bottom of the cage. I think she's close to death but every morning when I check on her, she's still kicking.
The cage really needs cleaning but I don't want to stress her out. But, ugh, it has to be done.
Hang on little Haboob.