Padfoot brought me a present last night. Now, I bring presents to Padfoot, and sometimes they squeak. The present Padfoot brought me DEFINITELY squeaked.
He brought me a toy that he seemed to really enjoy.
An almost-dead mouse.
First step, get Padfoot away from the mouse.
Second step, freak out.
Third step, call mommy.
I know I'm not a grown up, and I know I have weird issues with disposing of dead animals, etc. Don't make fun of me being 22 and unable to handle this myself :(
Today Capelouto is going to come out and we're going to try to identify exactly what it was. I mean, it was mouse sized, but it looked like a pinky, but black. As much respect as I have for rats, I'd much prefer to think of it as a mouse.
I'm shivering just thinking about it again.
He brought me a toy that he seemed to really enjoy.
An almost-dead mouse.
First step, get Padfoot away from the mouse.
Second step, freak out.
Third step, call mommy.
I know I'm not a grown up, and I know I have weird issues with disposing of dead animals, etc. Don't make fun of me being 22 and unable to handle this myself :(
Today Capelouto is going to come out and we're going to try to identify exactly what it was. I mean, it was mouse sized, but it looked like a pinky, but black. As much respect as I have for rats, I'd much prefer to think of it as a mouse.
I'm shivering just thinking about it again.
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And as for calling your mommy, I'm about to be 25 and when a mouse got in my kitchen I ran through the house almost knocking Ash over... I was scared to go in there by myself for almost 2 weeks!
I'm not all that excited about being in that room again, either. All of this happened in my living room, so I can't exactly avoid it, but you can bet I'm going to freak out any time Padfoot is playing with a real squeaky toy, and think its an animal :(