Any of you spags ever raised an orphaned wild mouse before?

[Cain]

PD...

[East Coast Hustle]

Anyway, this thread isn't about BH or Wyldkat.

Mortimer seems to be doing OK. There's nowhere around here to buy kitten formula, but I found the nutritional requirements for nursing mice and matched it to some baby formula. I think he's old enough that he can live off that for a few days until he can start to get some solid food.

[Epimetheus]

Good luck. This is an adorable situation.

[Don Coyote]

Well that is awesome.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Ech- take care of that mouse.

Twid
being wicked feckin drunk

[Epimetheus]

Ech- take care of that mouse.

Twid
being wicked feckin drunk

We said our goodbyes, and at that, the man I had known for so long turned away from me, and walked. My eyes misted and my lips quivered, and I reached my sleeve up to wipe away the pain. It didn't work.
As he neared the doorway, he stopped a moment.
"Oh...and ECH," he said faintly.
"y...Yes?" I struggled to maintain my voice. He turned his head to look straight into my eyes.
"Take care of that mouse."

[navkat]

You bleeding heart Lib'ruls need to stop supporting those who won't do for themselves.

I say tell the lazy sonofabitch to get a JOB and throw him out the door. Sink or swim, you mousy fuck.

[trippinprincezz13]

Hmm, we'd caught a little mouse years ago scurrying across our floor in the last apartment. He was small enough that he must have gotten separated from his mother, but also had his eyes open and was wandering about on his own. So unfortunately, I'm not entirely sure what to do if they're still nursing. We have had him for the past 5 years now and it's the cutest thing ever.

He's survived one or two attempts by the cat to pull his cage down (normally keep him closed in the bedroom, but cat slipped in when back was turned - though I think he was just as scared as the mouse was by the crash. Surprised the mouse survived that and didn't die from shock alone). Of course now if we let them in the same room together the cat will poke his nose at the cage and the mouse will run up to him like he's one of us coming to give him food and the cat's more curious than anything. Needless to say we don't let the snake play with the mouse.

Good luck. If you can get him past the nursing stage, think it should be able to start having regular food soon. Like I said, when we found ours, seems like he was just over the nursing stage and get separated from his family.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Ech- take care of that mouse.

Twid
being wicked feckin drunk

We said our goodbyes, and at that, the man I had known for so long turned away from me, and walked. My eyes misted and my lips quivered, and I reached my sleeve up to wipe away the pain. It didn't work.
As he neared the doorway, he stopped a moment.
"Oh...and ECH," he said faintly.
"y...Yes?" I struggled to maintain my voice. He turned his head to look straight into my eyes.
"Take care of that mouse."

That's brilliant

[East Coast Hustle]

Ech- take care of that mouse.

Twid
being wicked feckin drunk

We said our goodbyes, and at that, the man I had known for so long turned away from me, and walked. My eyes misted and my lips quivered, and I reached my sleeve up to wipe away the pain. It didn't work.
As he neared the doorway, he stopped a moment.
"Oh...and ECH," he said faintly.
"y...Yes?" I struggled to maintain my voice. He turned his head to look straight into my eyes.
"Take care of that mouse."

That's wicked fuckin awesome.

So there's a happy ending to the story. I'm up in the same storage unit today and I come across the new nest with mama and the babies in it. They're in an old plastic grocery tote with some blankets and newspaper. So I close it up quick before she can freak out and jump out like last time, and after I'm done I go home and get Mortimer and after a few minutes managed to get mama mouse to take him back into the tribe. Successfully repatriated and seemingly none the worse for wear.

[Don Coyote]

HURRAY!!!!

[Luna]

That's awesome.   

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

Best possible solution. 

[Epimetheus]

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

Ech- take care of that mouse.

Twid
being wicked feckin drunk

We said our goodbyes, and at that, the man I had known for so long turned away from me, and walked. My eyes misted and my lips quivered, and I reached my sleeve up to wipe away the pain. It didn't work.
As he neared the doorway, he stopped a moment.
"Oh...and ECH," he said faintly.
"y...Yes?" I struggled to maintain my voice. He turned his head to look straight into my eyes.
"Take care of that mouse."

That's wicked fuckin awesome.

So there's a happy ending to the story. I'm up in the same storage unit today and I come across the new nest with mama and the babies in it. They're in an old plastic grocery tote with some blankets and newspaper. So I close it up quick before she can freak out and jump out like last time, and after I'm done I go home and get Mortimer and after a few minutes managed to get mama mouse to take him back into the tribe. Successfully repatriated and seemingly none the worse for wear.

The mental image of ECH + babby mice rescuing has just made me go "aaaw" and doing the female equivalent of Roger's pance tightening.  Which is weird because I'd never think of ECH in that way.. Maybe it's big manly hands rescuing teeny mouse..