Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Mus



I'm very excited. About to move to the country. After far too many long years in the city.

But - I'm worried about our wee mouses. I've got a soft spot for the little bastards. Will the new owners look after them? What if they put down poison? And will removal men chase and capture mice so we can take them with us? They got wise to the humane traps a long time ago ...

12 comments:

Jeremy Edwards said...

Sounds like you'll love living in the country—you'll have adorable animals all around you!

Nikki Magennis said...

Jeremy, honestly, I'm looking forward to it so much I can barely think straight! I just have a picture of walking out into the garden at dawn with dew on the grass and listenign to the birds - no car alarms, no gangfights, no boyracers ... oh my god. Oh my god!.

Neve Black said...

Hi Nikki,
Long time admirer, first time posting.

Some friends of mine had mouse in their house. The Mister of the house swore his mouse played music at night. The Mister is a musician.

Anyway, by the time Spring time came, they captured the furry maestro and put him outside in a park, where I think he still lives happily conducting music.

I think if you can somehow take these little peanuts with you, they'd appreciate it... and who knows, maybe you'll start hearing a three-piece playing mouse band -

Good luck with your move.

p.s. Congratulations on the new book. That's wonderful!

Nikki Magennis said...

Hi Neve,

Thanks for dropping by! Ohhhh, but now you tell me they're little peanut maestros - how could I possibly leave them behind?! And also, what happens when I get a cat?

Life is so full of hard decisions...

(Cheers re book, too!)

Janine Ashbless said...

Ah what a sweet mouse.
:-)
I once spent 6 months living in this huge empty house in the middle of a park in Leicester (it belonged to the city council, whom I was on placement with, which is why I ended up there). It had no furniture and was reputed to be haunted and I couldn't go outside at night because of the junkies in the park. But I had a mouse! He would come out from the skirting board while I sat reading on my air-mattress at night. I'd put bread out for him.
It's one of the very few nice memories I have of that time in my life.

Good luck mices!

Nikki Magennis said...

Wow, that sounds like a fabulous setting for a story, Janine!

'Mice I have loved'

No, scratch that.

'The fall of the mouse of usher'?

Anonymouse said...

*squeak* *squeak* *squeaaaaak*

Nikki Magennis said...

I really need to stop taking this cough medecine.

Craig Sorensen said...

Congrats on the move to the country. I'm a country boy meself, though I have lived in a fair share of cities along the way.

But I'm always happiest in the country.

I'm sure the wee ones will fare just fine.

Nikki Magennis said...

Yep, Craig, I'm a country mouse by nature too. It's going to be wonderful!

Saskia Walker said...

Ooh, safe move, Nikki! Many congratulations on making the country dream come true. I'm way behind on the blogs, playing catch up now. ;-)

Nikki Magennis said...

Thanks, Saskia! Welcome back to the world of intense procrastination! ; )