A couple of weeks ago, I bought a box of 4 dozen toy mice, because Squijum will go through them all eventually, and it's cheaper to buy them this way. I put the box on top of the fridge; he had never gotten up there, so I figured that way I could just give him a couple of mice at a time. The next morning, I got home from work to find the box on the floor and mice strewn from hither to yon. The little cutie-pie has been on top of the fridge every day since then.
This is relevent to a tatting blog because I was thinking that I could try putting my tatting up there while it's on the blocking board, and he wouldn't try to eat the pins. That won't work anymore. There's still a bookshelf that I don't *think* he can get all the way to the top of, so I'll have to try that next.
And he looks so sweet and innocent.
Well, he is very sweet, if not entirely innocent.
I guess it's not nice to take a flash picture of someone who just woke up. Sorry.