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MOUSE.

IN MY ROOM.

RAN OVER MY FEET.

WAUGH.

GETTING TRAPS TOMORROW OMG.

STUPID CAT IS NOT GETTING THE MOUSE!! THERE ARE THREE CATS IN THIS HOUSE THERE SHOULD BE NO MICE!

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I WIN.

THIS IS WHY.

So, I'm sitting at my computer, not really wanting to go to bed because MOUSE IN MY ROOM EW. Martha suddenly sits by my chair and chirps at me. I look down...

AND SHE IS CUDDLING WITH THE MOUSE I KID YOU NOT.

I WISH I HAD TAKEN A PICTURE. BUT. MARTHA. AND MOUSE. CUDDLING. WAUGH.

And it was not because the mouse was dead because it WALKED AWAY AND CAME BACK.

But it was under my chair! I could not drop a box over it! Cue urge to scream like a schoolgirl!

But instead?

I opened up my pack of anatomy instruments, grabbed my needle holders, and SCRUFFED THE DAMN MOUSE.

I then proceeded to carry VERY DOCILE AND SCRUFFED BY NEEDLE HOLDERS mouse downstairs and OUT THE FRONT DOOR, LOCKING IT OUT.

I WIN.

...

Now I need something to disinfect my needle holders. Ew. >.> And maybe something to wash cats. BLARGH.