When Emma first came to live with us, she was immediately taken with our furry mice and was convinced that she could train them. I was equally convinced that she couldn’t. So you can imagine my chagrin one day when I’m playing with Sam and look over and see that Emma has trained one of the mice to stand on its tip-toes.
She’s never let me forget it.
Someone stop me from making these bad puns, I can’t help myself! A recent photo of Emma relaxing in the backyard.
I can’t find him anywhere.
As you can see from yesterday’s post, little Sam is quite the wrestler, but this hasn’t always been the case. During his first week with us, even this little furry mouse was able to pin him to the floor. Cut him some slack, though, he was just a little kitten.
Perhaps a better question to have asked is “Is this the end of Emma?”.