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Sunday
Nov012009

You Don't Need India

When you can outsource your mouse-keteering just across the street.  So we had to make a trip to Petco to purchase mouse accoutrements…Albert is now comfortably ensconced in his Mouse Hilton, with fluffy blue (!?) bedding, wheel, tube and platform.  No mouse could ask for more, unless it would be a mouse-spouse, and that ain’t gonna happen.  Albert will have to make do with human companions.  He is the center of attention for now, but I know that soon all the care & feeding of the royal rodent will fall to the same person who takes care of everything else that breathes and poops in this house.  At least Albert won’t clog up the toilet.

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I think it´s ok that you pay so much attention to Albert. I mean why not? By the way the name Albert is great!

June 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMona

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