It's only fitting that we were visited by a real mouse earlier this week. A rat actually, as he was fairly large. Couple days later Bill found him dead in the garden.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Trinket the Mouse
Trinket is every bit a mouse. His name came with him from the lady that rescued his parents. He was the runt of the litter. His needle nose is constantly taking him to tight spots, so he could pick up the last bit of crumb. He moves daintily and soundlessly around the house, except for the tag we put on his collar, and in the recent months, his ever more heavy breathing. Trinket is a small sweet spot that melts on you like a pad of butter. Actually he would much prefer licking up that butter. If he licks the butter, some will get on the cold little nose and make him look funny. If you laugh at him because he looks funny, he'd hang his head and tail down, and slink away in embarrassment.