My first blog post is up at Just a Dog. Check it out, enjoy, comment. Especially if you have any issues - the setup is still in progress!

New lens! I am in love with the 50mm I picked up today. Thanks so much to many-splendored-rat for her advice while I was picking this! (And if you haven’t seen her blog you should check it out - she has awesome rat photos and the occasional mouse.)

People often try to convince me mice cannot be tamed. “It’s impossible. They just bite all the time.” 

I’ve been bitten, in total, twice by mice, and both times were my fault, and neither time broke skin. My mice are tame, and sweet, and will be settled for the vet to examine them, and they do various tricks. Including standing up on their back paws to beg for food. I own eleven right now, and in the last three years have never had a time I didn’t own them, and while I’ve had a couple of nervous mice, NONE have ever been untameable.

Problem is, people think they can’t be tamed and will just bite, so they don’t tame them, and then they bite all the time. Mice are tiny. Your big hand coming down on them is SCARY if they’re not used to it! Nothing is automatically perfectly tamed. But if you’re nice to them, they’ll be nice to you :-)

(Also please ignore the crumbs and the poo… they were playdating in the bath and there were ten of them in there at the time… it gets messy FAST!)

First time playing with new camera (Canon EOS 60D) - really pleased with this shot of Garcia.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. YOU GUYS WILL NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS GUESS WHAT JUST WOKE ME UP.

There was a weird sound. In the mouse boxes. 

So, I grabbed my glasses and turned on my lamp, thinking maybe something had shifted and I might need to check on them.

And some fucking RANDOM TABBY CAT glares at me for interrupting his hunting then turns and trots off down the stairs and out the catflap at a very leisurely pace.

A FUCKING RANDOM CAT CAME INTO MY ROOM AND ATTACKED MY MICE WHILE I WAS ASLEEP.

Wtf, world?

You can bet I’ve closed my door for the rest of the night! I just have no words.

Every time a mouse is standing on me long enough my skin gets warmer - I think they’ve peed on me.

Luka, please stop scrabbling at my neck. You will not get purchase to climb my hair as I just had it cut (she is extremely put out by this) and you are half again the size of any other mouse I have ever seen so when you put all your weight on your claws it hurts!

Also. My crotch is not a mouse bed. Ever. 

Yeah… I’m going to need my mice to all run away now so I can have rats…

Luka. Just… Luka. She decided I was a mountain.