Horatio and I had quite a time with his mouse tonight. He was waiting and ready to go... Maybe too ready! Ended up striking the water dish, and then laying on top of his mouse.He KNEW the mouse was around somewhere, but he couldn't see it, and he couldn't sense it's heat because he was sitting on it, so he just stared at me with a very, "Where is my dinner, woman?!" expression on his face. Was eventually able to retrieve the mouse and re-warm nd offer it, and he happily snatched it up. He's never had this problem with white mice, so I wonder if he had a bit of a harder time getting a bead on this brown one in dim light.
What are your stories about feeding time going a little less than smoothly?
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