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).
Note the mice here
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.
pensitivity101 
Sweet story 🙂
My Dad was great with animals and birds too. When my budgie was found on the bottom of the cage one morning, Dad dosed him up with homemade wine. The bird was singing well but couldn’t perch though, so Dad took him to the vet, only to be told that the bird was drunk! Sadly and in all seriousness, he’d had a stroke and would never perch again, so at last he was happy taking that final sniff of ether.
aw shame. But yeah, good way to go! We had one that started falling off the perch also – it was 8 years old.
Whistler was about 12 I think, so a good age.
So sweet!
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