Lmfao, I love the topic of rodent pets. When I was eleven, I got two mice from some highway petshop. They were supposed to be two males, but one was fatter than the other. We take them home and name them Fudge and Smudge and I'm all happy. A couple days later, I become suspicious of Fudge. He looked pregnant, and seemed to be making a nest. I thought that he was a she. Well guess what? December 1oth, 2oo5, Fudge gives birth to thirteen baby mice. I'm so happy for myself and for HER, and I can't wait to have fun with the baby mice when they get older. So on December 22nd, 2oo5, I get up, and Fudge is dead. To make a long story short, every baby died too, but Smudge was still alive. By the way, Fudge was pregnant again.
Smudge went on to live until February 2oo7. He became basically feral, would bite my puppy on the nose when she would sniff the cage, and was insane. No, seriously, he was. He got out on my birthday party and made the girls scream at three in the morning. He would hide in the piano when he'd get out, go under the fridge, climb up the Christmas tree. He was a very smart mouse, and he lived a longggg time.
Lulz, and HAHA no one is going to read this whole thing. :ppppp
