Wow talk about cheekie!

Joey is shown proudly hoarding. The other night, I had a little hope at the same time as having a little panic, because she stayed out all night. I was hoping she found a love interest and was moving on. Around 2:30 after running my errands, I slipped the garbage cans back into the garage and turned around to find her behind me standing up hands seemingly on her hips, head slightly tilted, mad that Don the night before had locked her in the garage. She managed to run in to help obviously and got caught in there overnight. Of course, there are many obstacles in that garage, including a bucket full of water and a big box of warfarin for his mice brethren. None of which was touched thank god.
Anyway my hope that she was moving on, is optimistic. She is still waiting by the back door every night waiting to be put to bed in his cozy cage.
It's dandy here at the B & B!