Today I am grateful for a trap, a quick he didn't even know what happened or she didn't know or I did't know - it's over. I am grateful for a broom, a rag, a mop, a loss and a win. In the flashlight lit kitchen of he wouldn't stop scratching I gave him fair warning. I told him that he could leave that night, no feelings hurt, no charge for the clean up, but I'm serious when I say it's become more than you, I told him. You are on the very tiny cusp of why isn't anything working this year. I have to at least solve the problem of you, little mouse.
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After reading that, I have this image of you in a black skin tight cat suit. Sorry, not sorry.
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