We Adopted A Cannibal Mouse

Let me back up.

When I was six, or thereabouts, I wanted a pet.  My older sister Abbie had a Guinea Pig, and I thought it was unfair that I couldn't have a pet.  Together, me and my younger brother Connor launched a plan to annoy my parents into letting us have a pet.  It worked.  My parents took us to the pet store, and got me the cheapest animal they could find.  (Besides goldfish, which don't count as pets.)  A mouse.  I was thrilled!  I worshiped that mouse.  It was my life.  My purpose.  I named her Jenny.

If you put food in your shirt pocket she would crawl in

My parents also adopted one for Connor.  (Don't ask me what the difference is between buying a mouse, and adopting a mouse.  I don't know.)  The adopted mouse was what they call a "fancy mouse."  Connor named her Minnie.

Weeks passed.  

I woke up one morning, and went to check on my Jenny, as I did every morning.  

I couldn't believe what I saw.  

Minnie, Connor's horrible mouse, was EATING my Jenny!  

JENNY!  My life!  My hope!  My dreams!  I immediately wanted to smash Minnie.  Wring her scrawny little neck.  Flush her down the toilet.  I assure you I would have felt no remorse.  In heaven if I ever run into Minnie, I will feed her to a snake.  

Instead of gruesomely killing Minnie, (as I should have) I ran downstairs, bawling, to my dad and told him that Connor's mouse had eaten mine.  

Once my dad actually saw it, and new I wasn't making it up, he took me to the store again.  I got a new mouse, but since Minnie was adopted, because of some weird pet law, we couldn't return her.  But my dad bought Connor a new one to.  

We went home and put Minnie the cannibal in her own cage, which was just a plastic bin, and put Minnie II (Connor's new mouse(not a fancy mouse)) and Jenny againy (my new mouse(real nice name, huh)) in the actual mouse cage.  

Uneventful weeks passed. 

Jenny againy got fat.  She holed up in her little mouse home, and Minnie II put newspaper shreds in front of it so we couldn't see inside.  

More weeks passed. 

Turns out Minnie II was Mickey.  Yeah.  A boy.  We had mouse twins.  Smallest cutest things you have ever seen.  (And I don't say cute a lot, so that makes these even more cute!)  We had to put Mickey in another plastic container, since fathers are know to kill the babies.  So now we had five mice in three cages.  You should have smelled our room!  

That's about the story, except one night I woke up and Minnie was in Mickey's cage.  

We've also had a rabbit, fish(again, don't count),  goats, and chickens.  But those are other stories. 

Me and Minnie