Of Mice and Men (Us)

Demetrios and I are getting better. I seem to be better than he is, but we're both improving. As of yesterday, I got up and dressed, and I even went out briefly to run a couple of quick errands. Demetrios is well enough to blow some of the leaves in which we found our yard blanketed, when we returned from abroad.

The wee mice are thriving so far, but one never knows. They're up to just over 1cc of formula every 3.5 hours, stretched out to 4 hours during the night so I can sleep for longer stretches. They are very vigorous and very wigglesome, a bit hard to handle. They seem to like being in my hand and don't try to get away, but they don't like to hold still, either.

I now think we have two shes and one he. I'd have to use a magnifying glass to be sure, but that's difficult when both hands are needed to hold the mouse!

Here's a photo that I found on the Internet. My mice look just like this one, except the fur is darker gray in this particular litter and there's perhaps a smidgeon less of it so far. 

And they do not snooze in my hand; they climb rapidly all over it.