Angi in Wonderland

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I'm outta here!

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The Two Headed Babylonian Mouse

 I've had to take some time off since Buddhagirl died. Wasn't expecting to become so attached to a little creature. But I must say her brothers have kept me busy. Their collective nickname is "The Gigas" (long story, from Silas's childhood, involving a charming tale made up by his enchanted sister Eva Maria about two mice and their flying bed and magic cookies...trust me, you'll want the picture book edition someday!) Dunno if it'll stick, but I've taken to keeping them in the art studio, so their 'individual' names are Squiggle and Dot. Squiggle is a squirmer and does everything quickly. Dot is more sedate, preferring to eat large quantities, upon which he gets very gasy and bloated and I end up rubbing his tummy to relieve the pressure. Something to add to my resume: infant mouse maseusse. I hear it's a growing field.

(This is Dot, by the way, after I rubbed his belly he fell asleep in my fingers so I could snap this shot of a totally relaxed, blissed-out massagified mouse!) Anyway, it's been hard just to keep Dot alive, so I wasn't even sure I could name them. But then, I'm a sucker, they've totally got me under their spell. I've resolved just to live and enjoy each day I can with them, as they teach me about the life force and the miracle of growth. All you mothers out there know what I'm talking about...but I'm getting a crash course that doesn't involve colic, vomit, the terrible twos or a college fund. Yay me.

Seriously, though, how adorable are these guys? Their eyes are half open now and they can actually walk around on all fours without acting like their knees are made of jelly and their heads are made of lead. Well, sort of. But that's half the fun.

Final Nesting Place

 We lost Buddha Bellygirl last night. No idea why. She went quietly - no idea she had died until I reached for her this morning and she didn't move. Her brothers are sleeping upstairs and are fine. I think. It's all very mysterious and strange. I had no intention of having mice in my house (hence all the traps) let alone raising baby mice. But then there they were. Under the washing machine. And here I am. In my living room. Grieving.

Did I mention the irony? Sure I did, in this post. But now it's irony on crack. For today I set up a little shrine for Buddha Girl and put the feathers her mother chewed off my Cirque du Soleil scarf on her final nesting place. Her mother had intended them for a birthing nest, and now they're right there, all the precious feathers, keeping Buddhagirl warm as she passes on to wherever she's going. Wonderland? Cinderella's castle? Disney world? Seems there's lots of places that welcome and adore mice.

 Little blind mouse, may you find your way home.

 

Adventures!

At lunch time we went for a ride in the countryside and Angi fed us in the car. It was very nice of her, since it was a blustery day and the wind would've knocked us over if we'd gone outside.

 Next we practiced rolling into mouse-ball formation. (And yes, we sleep on Alice in Wonderland sheets. What else for wannabe doremousies?)

Then we had a playdate with Tinky. Well, mostly we slept while Tinky smelled us and looked at us funny.

 Then we passed out. Once again. We've got a whole other week til our eyes open, and then the adventure really begins!

Our Photo Session

So today we had a photo shoot.

We like to call this one "Say Cheese":

 

And this one "Howl at the Moon--I mean Milk."

And this one is "Move over Susan Boyle"

This one's called "I'm aliiiivvveeee! (Frankenstein) or...Hallelujah I have teeth!"

And finally: "Fuck off, Mr. DeMille! I am so not ready for my close up! (bring on the milk)

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Buddha Bellygirl

I eat more than the other guys so Angi calls me Buddha Bellygirl. Shhhhh. Don't tell anyone else, but I'm her favorite. I eat effortlessly and often fall asleep in mid-slurp. When my tummy gets full I'm round as a little ball. Who couldn't love a belly like this?

Got Teeth?

Teeth! Need we say more?

 

Except this teeth growing business leaves us knackered. We fall asleep after eating, even while still in Angi's hand.

Whiskers!

Silas said today we're tiny-teeny-weensie, but we have whiskers like we mean it! We've forfieted the feeding syringe. We prefer Angi's pinky fingernail. She keeps us on a heating pad and feeds us every three hours. She even wakes once in the night to fill our bellies. Everything on our body is transparent, so she can see our hearts beating, our lungs breathing, and our tiny tummies expanding to hold the milk she feeds us. Sometimes she swoons when she sees our milk tummies. Told ya. Sucker!

  

 

Feed Me Seymore!

Today we started drinking from a dropper and manage to bathe in the milk less and less. We also have fur! Just a wee bit, but every little piece counts, just ask Donald Trump! Angi calls us the Three Blind Mice. We call her Sucker.

 

Molting!

Today we're still hairless, but we're molting. At first Angi thought she'd inadvertently given us all a milkbath, since we tend to get as much milk ON us as In us, but no, we're just shedding our little elephant skin we can grow fur. We've also got just the very beginnings of whiskers. Angi's smitten. No chance she's gonna drown us now.