She put a dead mouse in my pants.

See, I’m guessing most people don’t have these problems. Shake out your boots, sure: That’s just common sense. There’s no telling what stinging creepy-crawlies might find their way into your boots overnight. But your pants? That’s just wrong.

Note to self: Make sure Click’s kibble bowl is filled before retiring for the evening. She apparently considers this non-negotiable, and her arguments are…compelling.

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2 Responses to She put a dead mouse in my pants.

  1. PintofStout says:

    She apparently made you something like an offer you couldn’t refuse. It’s better than having a mouse running around, though.

  2. suek says:

    Hey! She was leaving you a gift…! You’re supposed to _appreciate_ it! You know…like you were her kitten…!

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