One of my tribbles, the most curious exploring mouse-baby who I am becoming fond of, has taken a mis-step today that is almost certain to be fatal. She managed to squeeze out of the bars of the cage (now taped around, but barn door/cows) and is now lost somewhere in my room.

I didn't notice this. What I DID notice was two cats growling at something between them on the floor a couple hours ago.

Eeek. Errant mouse-baby. Who of course fled me as soon as I made the cats back off. Between a box and books, and now vanished.

I've set out a mouse-lure, some bedding with her mother's scent on it and milksop bread (weaning food), in a carry-box. Maybe she'll sniff it out and check it sometime, and with any luck I can catch her in there. Otherwise...

The riskiness of adventuresomeness. Sigh. I hope it's not a fatal mistake, but with 3 cats in the house and a spacious room (lots of room for bitty mouse to get lost in), I'm not optimistic at this point.

Good energy to you, intrepid mouse-baby. :/