Over the last couple of weeks we had a new pet. It all started when we found my boyfriend's cat, Kyoshi, with a mouse. Only the tail dangled from her mouth. We rescued the animal and wanted to give him his freedom outside, but he refused to leave and stared at us as if he was thinking: "How can you leave me here all by myself?"
Several weeks later the mouse had a name - Dexter (after one of our favorite TV series) - and was living a luxurious life, sleeping on a cotton bed and nibbling from mice candy.
One day, though, Dexter was gone. He had escaped. I have read before that mice can find their way through the smallest of holes, so I guess this is what happened.
What do you think of little Dexter? Isn't he the cutest?