Koko

Even with Disney-Pixar's Golden Globe winning Ratatouille in their corner—not to mention the fact that one of their own is the face of the company—household rodents get no respect.

For plenty of good reason—they are nastydirtyfilthythings.

Then Koko showed up at my job this week and had me thinking that perhaps an exception wouldn't be so bad.


The story:

My coworkers found her/it/him? in the corridor Monday evening ardently nibbling away at a piece of chocolate.The presence of a baby mouse could have been a worthy mystery, after all our offices are still fairly new; but no, curious minds wondered: Where'd the chocolate come from?....



Koko, legend now has it, barely budged from said chocolate in the middle of a well-lit hallway or even as my coworkers poked her and then took pictures up close with camera phones.

Then the dilemma: What to do about Koko? Toss her into the trash? Leave her to the mercy of the dour-looking housekeeping crew? (They would put a quick end to her, no doubt.)

She was clearly an innocent—with a sweet tooth. And if one put aside standard prejudices, a rather cute looking thing who could do little about the fact that she landed in this world a lowly mouse....



Well, Koko was adopted that night by one of my coworkers, and like a proud papa he has taken these spectacular snapshots of Koko in her new digs.