It seems we have a new resident in the old homestead. Frankie and Andreas nearly squashed this little guy shivering out on the sidewalk, but instead decided to nurse him back to health with warm milk and lettuce and name him Mr.T (though he may be a Mrs.T, we can't really tell). After extensive research it appears we've landed ourselves a Pocket Mouse, though the Pacific Pocket Mouse (who he resembles most) is actually an endangered species, so that seems kind of unlikely (I know we've got the luck lately, but an finding an endangered species? Seems a bit much.) Anyhow, he's been with us about a week and a few things have become fairly obvious: a) he's nocturnal, b) he can jump almost a foot in the air from a dead standstill and c) he's second only to Houdini in escape artistry. He also like to ride around in Franklin's breast pocket, perhaps reminding him of the trip five of his cousins took to the moon in 1972. There is, of course, the chance that he's just a regular little mouse and we're all going to get hantavirus and whatnot, but we're really hoping he's something special. Frankie's even started a college fund.
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Want a little friend of your own? Keep an eye on the ground or maybe try a pet store.