I was out a the beachhouse and a mouse came sauntering in and started wandering around in the kitchen. So I got him a meal which he scoffed down then went into the living room and had a sleep.
I left a note for my cousins who were coming to stay the next weekend "Please feed the mouse, his name is Viceroy." How could you not feed a mouse called Viceroy. I mentioned it to the lady next door and she said "That makes sense, I took some young mice to the petshop and I was missing one by the time I got there." So the poor little guy had been hiding in the neighbour's car for a week, then came over to my place to say hello and make himself at home.
I never saw Viceroy again. I guess a seagull got him
But he was certainly a cool guy, just sauntering in and introducing himself like that.