Mr.Jingles
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This is Mr.Jingles. He was the cutest little mouse you could
ever meet, with the cheekiest personality that only those lucky enough to meet
him experienced. This probably sounds crazy to those of you who didn’t meet him
or don’t like mice, but trust me – he was amazing.
Soft grey with a teeny white spot on his back and a gorgeous
coral coloured tummy, little Jings loved cream crackers and was even partial to
the odd bit of quaver, or, when he was feeling multicultural, a bit of
poppadum. He had an extensive palette, let me tell you.
He always loved a cuddle and being out of the cage from the
day we got him, on my 18th birthday, and never tried to get away or
bite us. He particularly loved it when we moved to Southampton, as this meant
he could run unattended around the entire flat, which must’ve been like running
a marathon! Only once did he make a break for the forbidden world of Under the
Bed, and after some coaxing with a cracker he soon returned. He would even get
in bed with us, burrowing through tunnels in the duvet and playing hide and
seek.
His cuteness was confirmed when he even converted my mum
into a mouse lover, and whenever she was here you would soon hear: “Jingley
want some nanny cracker?!” She’s a freak, but we love her.
Mr.Jingles died yesterday, aged 19 months, and I thought
I would write about him because I’m not really sure what else to do. One things
for sure, a little piece of my heart has
gone with him and he will never be forgotten.
.JPG)
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