Timothy the mouse.

Here's the background:  

Mr. Harvey has been in the habit lately of bringing home little critters.  Unlike most cats, who will kill rodents, Harvey brings them home whole and unharmed.  Last week he carried a full-sized chipmunk home!

The story:

Thursday morning before work, I look out onto the driveway and see Harvey standing in his usual "I caught something" posture.  I head outside and in the driveway is the tiniest baby mouse, eyes still closed, laying completely still.  I steal him away from Harvey and assume due to his size, that he was injured.  I placed him on a towel on the counter while I Googled "how to care for a baby mouse".  In the meantime, I have named him Timothy.

A few minutes later I hear a thump and the dogs are standing head-to-head.  Timothy is now on the floor and very much alive!  

So to make a long story short, I will give the highlights of the last 72 hours:

1. Timothy travels to work with Teresa on Thursday and lives in the 

desk drawer so he can be fed every few hours.  

2.  Harvey knocks Timothy out of his box and onto the floor Thursday 

night.  Timothy hides under the refrigerator until Eric 

can get him out.

3. Teresa wakes up throughout the night to feed Timothy his baby 

formula with a paintbrush and at 4am Timothy is once 

again gone from his box.  Time for a new house!

4. Timothy travels to work again with Teresa on Friday.

5. Eric comes home with a new house for Timothy where he'll stay until 

he's ready to be released. 

 Timothy's eyes opened today and he started to feed himself.  

He loves watermelon!