mostly martha

There is tons new to tell you. Tons, I say.

But, this post will be brief and, as the title suggests, mostly about Martha, my late pet mousie.

She was blonde, svelte and a bit bitchy at times, and her two favorite subjects in life were food and nesting--so I named her after that Maven of Most Meticulous Homemaking, Evah, Martha Stewart. But, I called her Martha for short (and sometimes, perhaps uncharitably in light of her recent passing, "the Fat One").

She lived a good old life, eating roughly twice her body mass in cheerios and Life cereal per day, and creating all sorts of Interesting Nesting Textiles with various bits of kleenex and fluff. In fact, if she would have had opposable thumbs on her paws, and itty-bitty knitting needles, she would have probably out-home-afghaned even yours truly.

Unfortunately, due to some Moste Mysterious Mouse Malady, Miss Martha ended up turning her meticulous attention to detail upon herself, and was grooming herself into nonexistence.

Not a pretty thing to watch, so I chose to let her go quietly, into that great mouse house in the sky, with the aid of some very nice ladies down at the veterinarian's office (not to mention a happy overdose of anesthetic gas and a liberal dose of phenobarbital).

Goodbye Miss Martha, we will miss you and I will always think fondly of your determination to make a tuft of kleenex and a roll of cardboard tubing a proper mouse residence, not to mention your amazing ability to eat your entire weight worth of whatever oat-based cereal was on hand at the time.