Pixar clouds my judgment

I was recently in one of the nicer grocery stores in London, when I saw a mouse run in through the doors and up the bread shelf. The few shoppers around me stopped in horror to stare at it, which made the poor thing freeze up in the middle of the baguettes.

Over the weekend, I saw another mouse hopping around on the tube tracks.

Is it wrong that instead of getting freaked out, all I can think of is Remy the rat in Ratatouille? Oh, and speaking of mice, take a look at my birthday cake:



I swear I'm not into mice (or rats)!