Had a wee mouse, Bongo Knock (broken nose in Romaness - Gypsy). He was a great old pal, lived about 2 and a half years. I saved him from an infernal glue trap placed untinkingly in his path when he was a scant few weeks old... I wont have the things in my house. He lived in a six room sweedish environment, quite happy, comeing out of his cotten igloo every night to hear Genie and I sing to him before bed. He died a few months ago, and was burried in an oak coffin in the back yard. His funeral was quite a formal event, attended by the great fluter, Cathal McConnel, who said of him, "Och he was a great wee mousie"
In deed he was, Lasho Drom, Bongo
Larry