Sunday, 17 February 2008

The shoebox

It turns out that Chenna caught a second mouse, which was ready and waiting for my return from brunch yesterday afternoon. She hadn't yet finished with this one; it was a deal more alive than the one from the morning. Inspired by a friend's tale about rescuing doves from her cat, I put this mouse into a shoebox with some water. Yesterday evening it seemed in OK shape, but wasn't very mobile, having a wounded foot/leg. By the time I write this post, however, the poor little thing seems much worse off. I have brought the shoebox inside (as it's hot out) to perhaps ease its suffering, but I don't know what else to do. This is awful.

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