Hey, lady.
First off, I have to say it was really cool of you to bring home this mouse for me. I knew that aside from the fact that you’re the Keeper of the Food, there was at least one more good reason to keep you around. It’s almost impossible to name a single thing as satisfying as eating the tail off of these little furry mice. Mmmmmm.
So, here’s the problem. After I ate its tail, I knocked it off the cat tree and pushed it around on the floor for a little bit. Now it’s lodged way back underneath the stove and neither you nor the man seem to give two hoots about it. Sheesh. I hope your level of affection for me isn’t measured by the lengths to which you’ll go to help me retrieve my lost toys. A stove isn’t that hard to move, is it?
Winston