Jeremy came into my office this morning and looked toward the mouse habitat.
Jeremy: "Where's Pip?"
Me: "He's in his nest sleeping. He hardly comes out during the day, he's very nocturnal."
Jeremy: "That's all he does, sleep all day?"
Me: "Yeah, he comes out at night."
Jeremy moved closer to the cage and peered into its apparent emptiness: "I wonder what he does in there? Just hangs out, thinking?"
Me: "I don't know, he might be thinking. He hangs out at night, eats, runs on his wheel, walks around, builds things out of old socks, you know, he does stuff."
Jeremy, still contemplating the cage: "So, he basically does what we do then."
I almost laughed at this, but stopped myself, after all, that's probably true, isn't it?
Pip hangs out in the big blue bubble at the top of the cage = Jeremy and I sit in the basement on the old green couch and watch movies.
Pip eats seeds and lettuce = Jeremy and I wolf down lasagna and garlic bread.
Pip runs on his wheel = Jeremy and I go to work.
Pip walks around = Jeremy and I go grocery shopping, sweep the floor, walk the dogs, do laundry, etc.
Pip builds various creations out of old socks and paper towel tubes = I write novels, Jeremy records cd's.
Pip does stuff = Jeremy and I do stuff too.
Pip sleeps in his nest all day = Jeremy and I sleep in our bed all night.
Jeremy: "I wonder what he thinks about."
I wander over to the mouse habitat and peer in beside Jeremy: "I don't know. He could be plotting world domination for all I know."
Jeremy takes a sip of his coffee: "Yes, he could be."
This short conversation this morning gave me a whole new respect for what goes on in the mouse habitat. I'll be sure to supply Pip with a more varied selection of snacks and building materials in the future.