I have been doing alot of work in the kitchen lately, pretending to be lonely down in the basement. I draw and paint and in general get in the way of the kitchen work. (thoughts of the dining room have come into my mind, ridiculous room, never used but let's not go there now OK?)
So why am I abandoning my basement cave where I can make as much of a mess as I want? Because of these little dears who have been scampering around...just out of my sight. I see a blur go across the floor and I shriek and run. I am not in love with mice. I do think they are cute if I see them behind glass or in a cage, but I have a Navaho fear of mice in my house. Yes...I know they are cold out there in the winter, but that's why they wear fur. They are meant to be outside in a cozy little hole somewhere - NOT in my warm basement.
They really do carry disease. OK, maybe not here in the Northeast so much but they really do in the Southwest. And who knows if any of these guys have traveled and have come back here to tell tales of warmth to their furry cousins.
So - my micey friends - GO AWAY or Mr. T will do nasty loud disgusting things to you - involving heavy springs, and cheese. Or we'll get a cat - ha ha ha!!!
Happy Animal Wednesday everyone
(I'm working on the mr. linky thing so won't put it in this week. I couldn't get the names to show so following Teri's advice, I've contacted them for help)