Hover

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Absolutely buzzing all day at work, barely remember any of it. Tons of claims to do, since Suzanne apparently stopped working on 3s as soon as the announcement went out. I briefly talked to Amy, who asked if I had plans for the weekend. She didn't know about Mousey, so I told her about that, and my plans after work. She apparently knows Fenella, which isn't terribly surprising, since WC also does rabbit adoptions. Ran to my car, zipped up to La Jolla. Met Fenella, who is lovely. Haas and his brother Hover are from another rescue up north, but no one wants to adopt feeder mice. Cue my cape flapping in the wind. I took Hover, and of course felt guilty about not taking Haas too, but they can't share a cage. They are both ogres of mousedom - at least 2x the size of Mousey. Fenella was skeptical at first, quizzing me on what I was expecting in a mouse, and about my housing situation. I gave satisfactory answers, and she was delighted at seeing my cage. I paid 2x the adoption fee, and I might volunteer with them on some Saturdays, if I don't already have plans.

Traffic was to be expected, and the bumps and motor can't have been good for Hover's nerves, but I did eventually get him home. Friday seemed unusually interested in whatever I was placing on the table, so I'm keeping the thing locked down and making it as hard as possible to get up there. Cats are gonna do what cats are gonna do, but the sooner Friday is as bored with Hover as she was with Mousey, the better. Petted her for a bit, laid down for a minute, then headed off to rehearsal. It went well - I'm not even going to ask to be in The Way You Make Me Feel. I've got to learn Thriller and Billie Jean, and Aaron asked for volunteers to be in another piece, to the I Want You Back medley. I love that song, so of course I jumped for it. Literally. The other volunteer isn't a very good dancer, but he's very dedicated, so I think it'll work.

Shoulder was downright *aching* when I got home, and I was greeted with the pungent scent of a male mouse marking his mansion as soon as I opened the door. It's not pleasant, but I did miss it. I'm not sure if Mousey stopped smelling, or if I just got used to him. It was a little too soon, I think, to get a mouse, but maybe he'll calm down about being in a new place around the same time I stop being vaguely, and entirely unfairly, disappointed in him for not being Mousey. I left him a chip, though he didn't seem at all interested, and let him smell my hand to start getting used to it before going to bed.