We have a lil' mickey in the house....
Poor Miss C discovered it.
She almost died of a heart attack....
"A MOOOOOOUSEEEEEEEEEEEE A MOUUUUUUUUSEEE!!!"
"Are you sure it's a mouse??"
"Yes..."
"It wasn't a lizard?".
She stops crying, looks at me really hard...
"Mouse. Grey. Medium."
Ok. I believe her. If that girl says there's a mouse, there's a mouse.
Thing is, I live on a second floor and NEVER have had mice in the house.
These b*tches practice rock climbing or rappeling...jeez...
So I think we need a cat.
But I think about Miss C with a pet and it's just a plain suicidal idea.
I think we'll keep Mickey.
Labels: Miss C