After our story about readers’ experiences with mice in their homes was published last Sunday on page B1, we heard from more readers, including Peggy Libby. This one was too cute to not share.

“About seven years ago my cat killed a mouse in the middle of the night. It wasn’t an unusual event, so I disposed of the body and then went back to bed. The next morning I was in the kitchen when I started to hear this little squeaking noise. I eventually found the source — it was a baby mouse. It didn’t have any fur and its eyes were shut. My cat must have killed the mother. I put the baby mouse in a plastic bowl and set it outside thinking nature would take its course. Ten minutes later I brought the mouse back inside. I’m a softy and just couldn’t do it. I sent my husband to the store for some formula and an eye dropper. He knew there was no arguing with me. The mouse survived and I named her Peanut. I’m aware of the risk of disease and whatnot, but we were lucky and nobody got sick. Peanut lived a very spoiled life for the next two years, and then quietly passed away.”

P.S. “I’ve only ever had the one mouse, but it was an amazing experience, and I would definitely consider doing it again. Peanut was awesome. Something that cute is not scary or gross. She was also very smart. . . . Peanut is a great memory.” 


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