[moustress]

Those amazing mousies; you never know what to expect. My favorite doe got loose once and I spent several weeks of sighting her, almost catching her only to have her disappear again. She was amazingly fast, and seemed to be teasing me by letting me get within reach, and then, as soon as I tried to reach her with my hand....

the, one afternoon, my daughter told me that she'd seen Stinky and thought shse saw her by the hamper of laundry at the foot of the bed. I looked through the hamper, but didn't see her. Then I had a hunch and I went through everything piece bu piece, and there she was, inside the sleeve of a workshirt. She must have been ready to come home because she didn't try to get away.

BTW, she was called Stinky because I was surprised by the smell the day after I put plastic Toobs in her tank, and thought it was her that smelled so awful. I figured out later it was the Toobs; they don't absorb anything much less mouse stink. The name stuck, however.

 

[moustress]

You bet it felt good! I had plans for breeding her, and she was getting near the end of her breeding window. I did get my first letter of champagnes off of her, then she died while the babies were just barely ready to be weaned. They were fostered in a tank of mother and daughters that seemed ready to accept any and all babies, even these, who already had their eyes opened. Good old Patches RIP.