In which the mice visit a rabbit and stay still for the camera

Earlier this week I brought the mice to my house for a visit. The other day I walked into the garage and found them asleep.

The garage is also where my rabbit happens to live. I wonder what she thought about the new additions. None of them are telling me much.

Mice are interesting pets. They are totally adorable, but thought of as pests. They don't take as much care as a bird (I have birds, I would know), plus they don't chew on your earrings (ARGH SAMMY LET GO) and annoying things like that.

We still need a name for little Not-Named-Yet. I was definitely going to get some adorable picture of her so that could help with the naming process, but every single one was really blurry. And I'm pretty sure it's not just my camera. In fact, I'm pretty sure that the only time those two mice stay still is when they're asleep.

I'll show you the pictures anyway, so you can see for yourself. And please refrain from making comments relating to the cleanliness (or lack thereof) of our garage.

  

Life's not fair, or, a departure from the topic of mice (except not really)

Marie has these mice at her house, two of them, Bambina and Not-Named-Yet. And then she also has our whole maze at her house too. And me? I just have me. That's why she has so much more content to blog about. (Don't get me wrong, I promise I'm not bitter about this.) See, PETA doesn't come to my house to investigate attempted mouse starvation.

So I could decide, hey, I just want to blog. I could talk about learning Seussical music on the piano or our lemon cookies on the counter or even how I've been reading my old notebooks full of randomness and they are hilarious.

But then that wouldn't fit with the blog. And blogs are usually centered around one thing (and often this one thing is the random ramblings of the blog author, but whatever), which is, in this case, mice. Particularly Bambina and Not-Named-Yet.

So I have to be creative. Like putting random photos with captions or introducing a stuffed monkey. Or talking about how I don't know what to talk about.

Which is all ok.

But usually somewhere in my ramblings about not knowing what to blog about I get some random idea. Which is, in this case, to name our unnamed mouse. Because really, it would be sad to go through life only referred to as Not-Named-Yet.

When Marie and I started naming the mice, we decided almost right away that they should have Italian names. Giuliano was an instant choice but unfortunately we can't use it because both of our mice are girls. Bambina was chosen from a narrowing-down of sorts, starting with this list. Which is where we will start again.

Now, I'm feeling kind of lazy today, so instead of actually picking some favorites I will let our massive group of loyal readers do it. Yup. That means you. Find some favorite Italian names, ones that would fit mice, especially these mice.

And if you don't feel like it, then just remember poor little Not-Named-Yet and that you're doing this for her.

-Wendy