If you read my blogs, you know I have a pet mouse. Having a mouse has made me realize the intelligence these tiny beings possess. Each morning, my Blaze comes to the rungs of his cage and sticks out his tiny nose and mouse paws at this strange creature singing Good Morning……….okay, it’s for the corn muffin or pancake treat that comes with his morning vegetable or fruit.
The one worry of anyone who owns a mouse is his escaping. Blaze’s cage needs to be cleaned every couple of days……..mice have their own particular “aroma”…..it can be quite pungent……to put it nicely…….I call him stinky :-).
Anyway, after years of caring for small beings like dwarf hamsters, I have come up with a pretty good method, which I thought fool proof. Until this morning. I have a large plastic bin, which I put Blaze’s entire cage inside, then I open the cage, let him out to roam the bin (which he cannot climb out of) and clean the cage. The clean cage is then lowered back into the bin, careful not to squash mouse feet or other personal parts, and then, when he climbs inside, I attach the top on again. Easy……right?
Well today, my husband lifted the cage out of my bin…….cleaning a mouse cage is a two human procedure. I asked alarmingly, “Where’ the mouse!!!” Blaze had been in his wheel when my husband lifted him….about five feet off the ground, to place him back on the table…..Blaze was now out of the wheel, thank God he kept inside on his high ferris wheel ride, and was now leisurely roaming the top of my table, chewing on the tablecloth. How do you lift a mouse cage off the table with no bottom……that was the problem. How do we safely get him back in the large plastic bin?
“Wait,” I shouted. ” Let’s think about this”……..as my husband attempted to slide the bottom under the top …….a mouse can sneak through the tiniest of openings……I was fearful Blaze would escape and run right off the table…….
“I know,” I proceeded………” I will place his corn muffin crumb in the wheel, he will go back inside, then you can quickly slide on the bottom.”
Well, Blaze decided he was going to place his head in the wheel and chew, with his bottom and paws firmly planted on the tablecloth.
“Let me get a cup,” I suggested. My dwarf hamsters always climbed in cups. Blaze wasn’t having any part of the cup trickery.
Finally, after five minutes of stress, we got him safely inside, where he happily commenced chewing on his muffin crumb.
My advice to all mouse owners………always check the wheel………….
Shirl and Blaze