“Dad?
Dad!
DAD!!!!!
I caught a mouse and pippa has locked me away from it.”
If my cat could talk, which he cant, if he could that’s what he would have said to me last night.
Pippa found the mouse and returned it to its traditional habitat, unharmed, as my cat believes that his ninja skill of a hard stare is enough to kill any creature, and we don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.
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