I’ve been a fan of domestic rats for a long time. In fourth grade I babysat the class rats over Christmas break. One of the kids I babysat in high school had a rat that pretty much lived in her sweatshirt. As a college kid I had a few rats of various colours. I’ve always admired their intelligence and how friendly they can be.
That goodwill does not extend to domestic mice or wild rats and mice. I’m generally horrified when I find a mouse in my house. I love that our cat Audrey is such an expert mouser.
But once in a while I see a mouse in a position that makes me just think Awww. If you have never felt that way about a most likely-diseased, parasite-riddled wild mouse you may not want to look at the next few pictures.
I don’t want you smashing at your monitor.
We have been tearing apart the front porch/mudroom to deal with some rot issues. I went outside to take some progress pictures and found this little mouse crouched on the ledge.
Sure it still looks scraggly. But it had such cute little beady eyes.
I just hope it doesn’t make it into my house and skitter across my kitchen floor. Then it wouldn’t be cute anymore. It would be a disgusting varmint that my cat should immediately kill.
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I can not abide rodents of any type and I even I find that little critter nearly cute.
Mindee@ourfrontdoor recently posted..With Apologies To John Denver
I loathe mice! Once when Drew was on a hiking/trail run for 3 days and the cat batted a dead mouse around at 6 am, I crawled out of the bedroom window and got a neighbor to get rid of it. I’m sorry, but I would have probably broken your camera and thrown it at that scraggly looking mouse. Ew. I hope Audrey gets rid of it. “)
I don’t like mice. But I’m a sucker for fur and big brown eyes. So there is a mildly soft spot in my hear for them. But not big enough to keep me from wanting every single field mouse that has snuck into my home dead.