Moose in the Wild

Moose Update! Outside is nice. There are leaveses... and sunny spots and fences to run on.

Until we heard the coopers hawk fly by. Then it's not so nice.

(That was a fast adventure. Now it's time to run around on the wheel. Much less chance of being hawk-snatched there.)

Moose wins at peek-a-boo.

{Moose hasn't been feeling well. The vet thinks he's probably lonely, so he's been getting extra out-of-the-cage time lately.}

Moose haiku

Moose the mouse likes feet they're good for hiding from dogs like Wiggle-butt over there.

Drat, too many syllables.

Ok, let's try this again:

A Moose by my toe is ticklier than a dog licking my face. Yuck.

There. Now that's art.

Moose and Nuts

???Moose has a nut habit. It goes like this: He begs for nuts, he gets the nuts, he eats the nuts, he begs for nuts. It's a vicious cycle.

Excuse me, Lady. I do believe it's time for my 9:51 walnut.

We're working on getting him in a program.

Eventually.

Moose in Wonderland

`You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, `that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!'

Moose Diaries

Moose (my mouse): s'up cat?

Ivory (my cat): (glances up. I take picture. She looks down, continues licking treat) Nuffin'.

Moose: Ooh! Hey is that a treat!? (walks over to cat treat)

Ivory: (sits up. Looks down at Moose) uhhh...

Moose: (licks treat) mind if I try some?

Ivory: Sure. knock yourself out. (turns around, walks away.)

Moose: :nibble:chomp: Don't you want to eat the rest of this?

Ivory: (from the other room) Not after you've licked it.

Moose: (looses interest in treat.) Hey, where you going? Can I come? (follows Ivory out of room. I scoop him up and put him back in his cage)

Moose: Aw, come on, Lady! (jumps on the side of the cage and begs to be let out again.)

A Mouse Named Moose

I'm posting this with two hopes in mind. ONE: that my mother will see this, be completely wooed by the adorability, and come visit me again anyway despite her deep anxiety around rodents with tails.

and B: that my mother will not see this and never notice that I have a rodent with a tail the next time she comes to visit.

Meet Moose! He's the mouse that lives in my studio. We got him a few months ago when our hamster Jasper passed away.

No offense to all the hams out there, but Moose rocks. I've never had a small caged pet that had so much personality before. Don't get me wrong, we loved Jasper. It's just that Moose is... different.

He's up during the day. He is extremely curious about everything. He "chitters" at us... I've even heard him squeal with joy. He loves to sit on my shoulder while I work. He also likes to run between my fingers when I'm typing on the keyboard.

In other words, he's got tons of personality, not something I was expecting from a small pet. At times, he acts more like a dog than a mouse.

And then other times he poops on my shoulder.

Never had a dog do that before.

Yet.