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The human keeps bringing me food. It's always good, but I still worry that it might be a trick. You never know with these humans. But she brought me something she called a "tortilla", which was very good. Almost as good as the cheese that was inside of it. Cheese is one of my favorite things. Bailey tells me that only mice like cheese, and that I must be a mouse if I like it, but I think he's just being mean.
The noisy ones outside finally went away. It seemed like they were here forever. Every so often a group of very noisy ones with a monster will stop outside and play with the cans by the street, but they don't come into the yard. Things seem pretty safe, for now.
The noisy ones outside finally went away. It seemed like they were here forever. Every so often a group of very noisy ones with a monster will stop outside and play with the cans by the street, but they don't come into the yard. Things seem pretty safe, for now.