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I had pet mice for a while as a young adult. I found my first one, as a baby, in the factory where I worked. I took it home and showed it (somewhat apprehensively) to my parents. My mom fell instantly in love, oohing and aahing over the tiny mouse. It had gray fur but still had its eyes shut, so it was older than a newborn 'pinkie' but technically not yet bonded with its absent mother and we could easily keep it as a pet. We kept little Morty in a ten gallon aquarium and took 'him' out several times each day to spend time with us. Morty later became 'Marty' when we figured out that she was a female and she loved getting out of her 'house' to play with her people. Marty lived for three years plus a few months, which is about the normal life span for a mouse, and then I decided to go to the pet store and get another. We ended up buying two more mice, but neither of the pet store animals were as friendly and tame as that first little wild mouse that I brought home from work that day. Marty was a real peach of a pet mouse, and I'll never forget how she would eat a chocolate kiss, starting at the top point and carving her way around it all the way to the bottom. A typical female was our Marty, being the chocolate lover that she was.
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