My mom used to let us bring home any pets when my buddy and I were teenagers so long as my buddy and I were responsible enough to take care of them, so, during that time, my buddy and I owned cats, pets, mice, hamsters, as well as even a canary! The mice were my personal favorites.

There were six in total, all female, in a variety of colors.

I’d give them cheerios for treats as well as watch them run around on their wheel. In September one year, I can’t recall the exact date although my buddy and I had already gotten snow on the ground, one of the cats got up onto the dresser the mice were on as well as knocked down their cage; My mom was the only guy home when it happened as well as he spent the day trying to find the missing mice, but only five had been rescued by the time I got home from college. I was an absolute mess worrying about the last missing mouse. I couldn’t walk someplace separate from carefully enjoying my step to ensure I didn’t step on them as well as I easily refused to let anyone turn on the temperature control for heating. I was fully convinced that, if the heater was turned on, the little mouse would end up in the ducts as well as would be cooked alive. My sibling, who preferred the hamsters, got uneasy that he had to freeze over a mouse, but I had put my foot down as well as my mom was backing me up for the night, likely to make me feel better. My Mom brought the space heaters in from the garage as well as my buddy and I used those to heat the condo instead. Thankfully, the mouse was found the next day under the dresser its cage was on, so my heater ban only lasted the night.

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By Steve