When I was little, probably about Amy’s age, I wanted pet mice. I wanted pet mice so badly that it made my teeth ache. The thought of little white furry mice that were MINE was enough to send me into paroxysms of delight.
My parents however, were not impressed with my choice of desired pet, insisting that there were enough bloody mice running around in the roof and why would we want pet white mice? I think they thought that inevitably, my mice would escape and we’d end up with little white mice running riot through the entire property.
They were probably right.
You see though, I wanted a boy and a girl mouse. I wanted to breed them and have babies and set up a large mousey empire. I wanted to be queen of the rodents, wielding the power of life and death with a single decision.
It was a relatively simple idea.
I loved my cat.
My cat loved mice.
Therefore, in my mind, the best thing I could possibly do for my beloved cat was breed her an endless supply of fattened mouse treats.
I think once my parents knew what I wanted to do with the mice, they were impressed with my reasoning and a little concerned with how bloodthirsty I was.
Needless to say, it wasn’t until I was much older that I got pet mice, and I was absolutely forbidden to breed them.
Which is a shame, because I could just see myself with minions and a scepter.
This is not a mouse.
Did your parents destroy your dreams when you were a child?
Well, it was a… very good idea. I wanted mice when I was little, too, but it was because they’re adorable. As I got older I realised how very small mice are and became worried I’d drop one and lose it, and so I decided I wanted rats instead. I got guinea pigs. Guinea pigs are not mice, either.
I can SO see your mother waggling her eyebrows while you have this arguement. It is amusing me on what is turning out to be one of THOSE days.
Mice smell too much for my liking 😉
I’m sure you provided endless entertainment for your mum and probably the neighbours as well. 🙂
This rivals my friend saying she wanted to be a doctor when she grew up so she could “put needles in to babies”. She’s now a pharmacist at a major hospital… probably to be close to needles and babies.
hahaha, Queen of the Rodents. There are worse dreams to have.
I don’t remember having many dreams as a kid, mostly what I wanted was for us to have a bigger house so I could have my own room, with a balcony.
When my daughter wanted a pet mouse, I bought her a stuffed toy mouse in a plastic cage. She loved it!
One year Veronica asked Santa for a violin, so he gave her a set of six wooden violin Christmas tree ornaments. Santa had a bent sense of humour.
When in grade 5 i was asked to take the school pet mice home for the weekend {white & brown} Yes our class named them of course “Salt ‘n’Pepper . I let them out to run around in my room cos i hated them being in a cage all day . Dinner time came we sat down to eat ~ My mother let out a horrid scream and the cat we had had it in it’s mouth oh dear . I had to explain what happened when we came back on the Monday. I was not allowed to take home the next grade 5 pet the teacher got “A BIRD” lol
Wow – this sounds EXACTLY like me. I lived in San Francisco and spent most of my childhood trying to convince my unsympathetic, ignorant parents that a SMALL Shetland pony in our postage-stamp-sized back yard was not only achievable, but a requirement. See my post on the end results of the back-and-forth that followed (http://mybadsheep.com/2012/01/21/all-the-pretty-little-horses/)…sheesh. Ya can’t train a parent….
Ha! Hilarious!!!
How very enterprising of you.
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