My mom used to let us bring home any animals when my friend and I were adolescents so long as my friend and I were responsible enough to take care of them, so, while in that time, my friend and I owned cats, dogs, mice, hamsters, as well as even a canary, and the mice were my personal number ones.
- 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 friend 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 person home when it happened as well as she spent the day trying to find the missing mice, but only five had been rescued by the time I got home from school. I was an absolute mess worrying about the last missing mouse. I couldn’t walk anywhere separate from carefully watching my step to ensure I didn’t step on them as well as I really refused to let anyone turn on the control unit for heating. I was fully convinced that, if the boiler was turned on, the little mouse would end up in the ducts as well as would be cooked alive. My brother, who preferred the hamsters, got sad that he had to freeze over a mouse, even though 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 dad brought the space heaters in from the garage as well as my friend and I used those to heat the home instead. Thankfully, the mouse was found the next day under the dresser its cage was on, so my furnace ban only lasted the night.