neurotwitch

not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

Because the mouse was dead. Twitch doing his duty as a good guest. This one was a bit messier than most though: he must’ve hit the mousie’s jugular because there was blood all over the landing—on Maureen’s freshly painted walls. While Maureen was pleased to get rid of a mouse, she wasn’t pleased with the new color scheme. Jeff cleaned it up though, and gave the mouse a decent burial. Twitch was full of himself all day.

And it was a good Christmas too! More later when I’m not so tired. (click to enlarge)

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