He wasn’t too keen on the idea at first. And neither was Jo.
Pontoufle, on the other hand, was very amenable, and it didn’t take long before he was engaging Moustachio in rousing games of Batting the Crumpled Bit of Paper, and You Can’t See Me But I’m Right Under Your Chair.
The one playtime activity that Moustachio doesn’t quite get is wrestling with the fake squeaky mouse. At first he was very intrigued when Pontoufle would start playing with the mouse and there was all this squeaking going on. Moustachio would go over to investigate, Pontoufle would proudly present the toy mouse, and M would delicately sniff at the thing and then give Pontoufle a look, as if to say: “You mean I walked all the way over here for this? What’s wrong with you? Hey, man, it’s not even REAL.” Then he’d just turn and walk back to his chair. I guess he just can’t see expending all that energy on a fake mouse that isn’t even causing any trouble to begin with.
After all, who could resist these rugged good looks?