Anyway, heres the history about Peppy and Belle.
So my ex boyfriend has a snake, its name is Knogg. Well, Mr. Knogg wasnt so hungry one week, and my ex has bought some mice. At that point in time, his mom just moved back in and wasnt sleeping in the same room as his father, so she moved into my ex's room, leaving us to sleep in the living room. Well for a week straight I couldnt sleep at his house becasue whenever I almost fell asleep I heard jumping. I felt so bad for the mice becasue I knew their fate, and tried to ignore it. But one day, I had enough. I couldnt stand their fate and I had gotten attached to them. So I begged and cried for this little white mouse and this little black mouse. Well my ex told me if by the end of the week Knogg hadn't eaten them, they would be mine.
So everyday I hoped. I hoped and hoped. And guess what?
Thanksgiving weekend I brought home 2 preciouse mice. Their names were to be Peppy (after Peppy la Pew) and Snowbelle (a mouse on a disney cartoon).
I love them. They are feeder mice, and feeder mice only live a year or 2. Its almost been a year. I'm not thrilled at all...
Male. Loves sunflower sead and corn. Friendly. Easy going.
Male. Loves to run on the wheel. Fat. Bully. Anti Social.
So since Peppy seemed sick, even though hes getting better today I decided to take pictures with them. Hope you all enjoy :)
Another view of the mouse cage: