"What's that?" she asked, as if I had a better view from my spot perched on the layers of blankets and pillows she had lovingly set out for me on the couch. She bent down and realized that it was a baby mouse.
It was so ridiculously cute, and I'm not one for rodents. I would have had a picture to share with you people, but my mom allowed no such thing. Apparently she is embarrassed by the fact that she has mice. I am not sure what she will think of me blabbing this to the world wide web, but she's gotten over worse, so I'm just going with it. Anyway, it looked like a cartoon character. I immediately named it Roxxxie with three x's for exxxtra sass, but after doing some googling and discovering mice have diseases, etc etc, we decided to let it go.
Exciting afternoon! Things had just settled down and my dreams of raising mice were fading slowly. Then I noticed that Cooper was in the living room, picking something up in his mouth and tossing it into the air gently. He has been known to do this with cherries, but I knew this was no cherry. We investigated and sure enough, Cooper was carefully soft-mouthing his new best friend, another baby mouse. This one we named Fievel.
After we let the new mouse go, Cooper was on patrol for hours, just waiting for new buddies to come out of the wall.
Incidentally, the night before, Cooper had gone into the bushes in front of the house and came out cradling a baby opossum. We made him put that one back too. After yesterday, Cooper will never be satisfied with stuffed animals again. Oh, and the exterminator comes today so my fantasies of running a mouse circus are going to wither and die.
Wow, Cooper the hunter, who knew?! I thought he just moped around wearing funny costumes all day.
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