An Injured Mouse

There was a mouselet slowly flipping around on the kitchen floor this morning.

I think a cat had gotten to it.

I couldn’t put it outside in that condition, for it definitely would not be able to fend for itself.

Might as well put it in a baggy in the freezer instead (more humane) if I was going to commit.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I put the poor love into a terrarium with a towel, food, and water to see if it can self regulate.

Soon after, I found it lying on the cold glass floor of the enclosure, and put it back into the towel.

Hours later, I found it struggling feebly in the shallow jar lid full of 1/4″ of water.

So with gloves on, I pulled it out gently by its tail and patted it dry as I redeposited it into folds of the towel.

At last evening check, it was still in the towel with its face peeking out.

I want it to be comfortable.

I want it to feel cherished.

I hope it recovers.