I woke up this morning to a toy mouse next to my head. It was one of the newer toys I bought her a while ago. Clearly she left it there after I went to sleep. She does that so she’ll know where it is I guess.
Neither Tuxedo nor I can find her ratty toy mouse with the long string. It probably disappeared somewhere under something. I’ve looked for it. I don’t know where it is. Like my mother likes to say, it didn’t leave the house, so it must be in here someplace.
Her stolen mouse scares me. When she jumps on the bed with it in her mouth, it looks like a real mouse. I always scream when she brings it to me to play with her.
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