After the death of Sophia, Oliver could not stop talking about being a mouse owner. He even wrote a book about getting a mouse for Christmas. I started doing some online research about being a responsible mouse owner. Number one? Never bring a wild mouse into your house to keep as a pet. Whoopsie. Number two? Don't get your mouse from a pet store. Whoopsie again. Glenn and I figured if we were going to do the mouse thing again, we would do it right. I stumbled across a mouse breeder in our town while searching online. I called her and set up a time to meet her fancy mice. The mice were unbelievably beautiful. She had several different kinds: golden, seal point, cream and black and white. I was transformed into a true mouse lover on the spot. We celebrated Christmas early with my family because we were leaving for Seattle. My mom and dad bought Oliver a fancy mouse pad for Christmas. He was the happiest boy on Earth.
Oliver made sure to ask Santa for a mouse before we left for Seattle. My mom went to pick up the mice (I thought two would be nicer than one) while we were gone. Christmas morning came and Oliver anxiously opened each gift, hoping for a live mouse. Finally he open his last gift. The gift contained a mouse igloo with a tiny plastic black and white mouse. Because Santa is so awesome, she wrote a poem for Oliver about his mouse. This is the moment in the poem when Oliver realized he had a mouse in his habitat at home.
Then Pearl opened a similar box and learned she had a new mouse at home named Florence. Flo and Harry have turned out to be great pets for Oliver and Pearl. Pearl loves to watch them in their habitat and Oliver likes to hold them both at least once a day. They have the most silky fur and are very sweet. I'm starting to worry about the short life expectancy of a mouse.
Please meet Florence
I know what you are thinking. Harry is neutered, so we won't have to worry about having oodles of mouse babies. Thanks Santa, Grammy and Pop for our cute new pets and their cool house!