One day, a mummy mouse decided to move her babies to a new burrow. She picked them up, one by one, and carried them, bit by bit. She stopped to take a rest by some garden steps, but a big nasty cat saw the mice and pounced.
The cat killed mummy mouse, and one of her babies, when the garden door opened.
"YOU F*CKING THING!", a voice roared, and a pair of hands grabbed the cat and threw it inside. At this point, I got bored of writing in third person.
I put the baby mice in an old fish tank with a small box stuffed with shredded paper, some cardboard tubes, and some twigs, and gave them some bird seed and apple to eat. Then I put a blanket over the tank and left them for a few hours. At first I was going to keep them in my room, but then I decided to put the them in the garage so they don't get used to being too warm.
They were still alive this morning, so I bought some hay and mouse food, and when I went to put it in the tank, I knocked the box where they were hiding. One of them came flying out and bouncing off the walls, so no worries there. The other one didn't come out but I definitely saw movement, so it's still alive at least. They've had a nibble at the pieces of apple and the sunflower seeds, and I've given them some bread soaked in water so hopefully they'll get enough water without getting their fur wet.
Weirdly enough, this happened 2 days after I took a course on trapping and identifying small mammals, so I know how to handle them and sex them, but when I picked them up I didn't think to see what they were, and I don't want to handle them unnecessarily. I know one is a boy though, because I noticed a drop of urine that was too far up its belly for it to be a girl. Still, I'm going to release them before they get to breeding age, so even if they are opposite sexes it won't be a problem.
Their names are Sooty and Sweep.