My mom used to let us bring household any creatures when we were youngsters so long as we were responsible enough to take care of them, however so, during that time, we owned cats, cats, mice, hamsters, plus even a canary, then 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 plus watch them run around on their wheel. In October one year, I can’t recall the exact date although we had already gotten snow on the ground, one of the cats got up onto the dresser the mice were on plus knocked down their cage… My mom was the only person household when it happened plus she spent the day trying to find the missing mice, but only five had been rescued by the time I got household from school. I was an absolute mess worrying about the last missing mouse. I couldn’t walk anywhere without carefully enjoying my step to ensure I didn’t step on them plus I legitimately refused to let anyone turn on the thermostat for heating. I was fully convinced that, if the boiler was turned on, the little mouse would end up in the ducts plus would be cooked alive. My brother, who number one the hamsters, got agitated that he had to freeze over a mouse, however I had put my foot down plus my mom was backing me up for the night, likely to make me feel better. My dad brought the space boilers in from the garage plus we used those to heat the household instead. Thankfully, the mouse was found the next afternoon under the dresser its cage was on, so my furnace ban only lasted the night.