15 May 2003, 22:26, JIM HOLSONBACK (1:123/140), wrote to MATT MC_CARTHY:

Hi JIM.

 JH> Hee. If I didn't know you to be "straight arrow", I'd be thinking 
 JH> you are pulling my leg with this tall tale.   OK, it was standing on 
 JH> top of a small coil of itself down on the floor, and desperatly 
 JH> _trying_ to look for a way out of there?

It probably WAS looking for a way out, but was standing in the corner on
about a four inch "L" of its tail.
................

 JH> Hee. So what did you do to finally get rid of the rest of those
 JH> remaining pesky 96 mouses?

Attrition, they only live about three years.  Strange critters though, as
these were 'white mice' (actually grey), they were real friendly and easy
to play with, but fierce in their own rite.  Over those years, I happened
to catch several 'wild' brown mice in the house, and when put in the same
cages, the 'tame' mice killed them almost instantly.

One of the 'wild' mice was _very_ friendly, and I let him have run of the
house.  He would sit on my shoulder while watching TV, and over a few weeks
I had trained him to run into my shirt pocket when I said
"pocket".  He would stay there peeking over the edge of my pocket
while I went for a cup of coffee, or whatever.  He also liked to sit on my
head, but I didn't like that as he had a propensity to 'doodle' there!  The
wife was even impressed, but didn't care for the idea at ALL!  I had
frequent screetches, "Matt, come get your mouse out of my coffee
mug"!

He LOVED chocolate chips, and it was really funny to watch him eat one.  He
kept nibbling it and rolling it around in his paws until it began melting. 
That confused him, as he didn't understand what was happenning and
sometimes it seemed he was going to wear out his tongue licking the soft
chocolate off his paws.


     Thanks, M.

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