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As of last night, my grandmice all had five o'clock shadow. In a cape over the top of their head and all over their back. Their tails are growing longer, and they're definitely livelier . . . tonight or tomorrow morning, me and Julius will move their nest to a smaller but much safer cage. We're thinking about keeping more than one. We were going to get a third one anyways, before the babies appeared.
I haven't taken any pictures yet, because I haven't been around during daylight. My camera's loaded with 200 speed film, so there's no way I'd get a decent shot at night unless I made the living room really bright. I don't want to do that.
Stormcloud and Minerva seem more confident to spend time out of the nest. I guess the babies are getting strong enough to survive a little draft on their own. I desperately hope one of them doesn't fling themselves out of the nest before we shift it to the other cage. The only way out of the nest is a tunnel with a one-foot drop! I've already had to bury one baby mouse (poor Firebringer), I don't want to do it again.
That reminds me, I need to send out emails to see if any of my friends (besides beetiger) want to take any of them. I could ask the people who might be my new landlords, too. Their two-year-old was entranced by the mice when she came to visit. I bet there'll be few takers, though. People are either wary of mice, already have too many pets, or have landlords with "no pets" rules.
I'll never be able to live in a "no pets" place again, like the dorms in college. It seemed so cruel to keep my rat's cage in my closet. And I hated sneaking into the trash room to change the shavings. But only having computers, stuffed animals, a few dying plants, and random sculptures to talk to would be so lonely!
Oh, I watched Some Like it Hot the other day. My first Marilyn Monroe movie. I was prepared to be unimpressed, since she was the Madonna of her day. I was figuring: pretty face, pretty body, little acting talent. Wrong. She was just as funny and earnest about her absurd role as any of the other actors. The script was really clever, it had me chuckling many times. It's definitely a must-see for crossdressing peoples, or peoples who find crossdressing amusing.
"I can't marry you because . . . because I'm a man!"
"Well, nobody's perfect!"
I haven't taken any pictures yet, because I haven't been around during daylight. My camera's loaded with 200 speed film, so there's no way I'd get a decent shot at night unless I made the living room really bright. I don't want to do that.
Stormcloud and Minerva seem more confident to spend time out of the nest. I guess the babies are getting strong enough to survive a little draft on their own. I desperately hope one of them doesn't fling themselves out of the nest before we shift it to the other cage. The only way out of the nest is a tunnel with a one-foot drop! I've already had to bury one baby mouse (poor Firebringer), I don't want to do it again.
That reminds me, I need to send out emails to see if any of my friends (besides beetiger) want to take any of them. I could ask the people who might be my new landlords, too. Their two-year-old was entranced by the mice when she came to visit. I bet there'll be few takers, though. People are either wary of mice, already have too many pets, or have landlords with "no pets" rules.
I'll never be able to live in a "no pets" place again, like the dorms in college. It seemed so cruel to keep my rat's cage in my closet. And I hated sneaking into the trash room to change the shavings. But only having computers, stuffed animals, a few dying plants, and random sculptures to talk to would be so lonely!
Oh, I watched Some Like it Hot the other day. My first Marilyn Monroe movie. I was prepared to be unimpressed, since she was the Madonna of her day. I was figuring: pretty face, pretty body, little acting talent. Wrong. She was just as funny and earnest about her absurd role as any of the other actors. The script was really clever, it had me chuckling many times. It's definitely a must-see for crossdressing peoples, or peoples who find crossdressing amusing.
"I can't marry you because . . . because I'm a man!"
"Well, nobody's perfect!"