orphaned white-footed mouse
My boyfriend and I were going to go to McDonalds, and when I got in the drivers seat and waited for him to come around so I could back out, he stopped and called me out of the car. Behind my wheel was a baby white-footed mouse, not moving much besides the breathing. It was cold, and he told me it'd probably die, so I got mad and of course, I adopted it. My parents weren't too happy about that, but, there you are. Seeing as I have six cats, the odds of a mother being around is very slim... especially because it was in the exact same place as a bale of hay that I fed to my horses that morning.
Day one - the rescue.
We left the mouse in the garage in the hay most of the day, and all that happened was it got weaker and weaker. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore, and took it inside and placed it in a box. I took it to petco, and was given a syringe to feed it, goat milk, and a heating pad. I read up on mouse care, and, after warming the baby up, feeding it, and stimulating it's bowels, it's a lot more lively. It climbs on my hands, over the towels in the tank, and it cuddles with the TY plushie I put in the tank with it. Bloody cuts on its hind legs, ear and mouth.
Day two - my pet.
Becoming more and more lively with regular feeding every two hours. Stronger, too. Eyes haven't opened yet, ears are still closed, but it has baby fur and silkier fur on it's head. I've concluded it's between ten and eleven days old, but I could be wrong. Very wobbly when it walks around, tends to fall over and jolt. Cuts have begun to heal, the redness in the ear is gone, blood was washed off and cuts look clean and healthy.
Things I've noticed that I'd like help on... it doesn't urinate after every feeding, only about every third feeding. When I feed it, it tends to walk away from the syringe and suckle on my hand when my hand doesn't have anything on it, but it still drinks the formula in the syringe. I've never had a mouse before, so I'm pretty nervous and anxious everytime I leave my bedroom because I read that their survival rates aren't very high at this age. Lastly, I start school next Tuesday, so for eight hours, I won't be here to feed it. What should I do? I've thought about putting it in a jewlery box and sneaking it into school with me, but I'm afraid all the jostling between classes would kill it...
In short, I'm inexperienced and I need help. =x