When I was a young child, my Dad sometimes took me to the pictures, just him and I and for no special reason, and I remember going to see Walt Disney’s ‘Cinderella’ (1950 release).
These days, I can’t think of Cinderella without thinking of my Dad and the story he told me about his pet mice.
Apparently he was asked if he could supply half a dozen white mice for a shop window display depicting Cinderella and her magical coach.
Dad was only too pleased to oblige, and it was quite a popular feature in the village.
After the event, Dad collected his mice and wasn’t that surprised to find that instead of the original six, he now had fifteen.
Eventually, he had to give them all away, and being friends with the owner, took them to the pet shop to be sold as children’s pets.
When he got back home, one had got inside the turn-up of his trousers, so Dad decided to keep him.
The tiled mantle-piece had a ‘step’ at each end (similar to this), and Dad put the mouse’s bedding on one and his food on the other.
By all accounts, the mouse was content to run along from one side to the other in his new ‘home’, and never made any effort to escape.
Growing up, I can’t remember Dad having mice, but I know he loved all animals, so this little chap would have been well looked after.