Two steps back

Mouse has decided that we are not friends anymore. I think taking his kill away might have read as a scary act of dominance to him. Even though I offered him an exchange and he accepted it from my hand, he later became reproachful, then skittish and reclusive. I ill-advisedly tried to push for a reconciliation, which just made things worse. So now he is hiding under the bed and won't come out to me, as he would yesterday.

Damn. We were doing so well.

Oh well. Maybe it was just a bit too much excitement, too soon. I guess I'm just going to have to wait him out.