dear mouse,

apparently i was a little mistaken calling you mr. mouse as you are a mrs. mouse and had the nerve to have BABIES in our outside bushes. and one of your spawn was stupid enough to run into our kitchen during dinner time tonight.

i'm fine with you outside, but once you cross my threshold. well, let's just say the gloves are off my friend. the gloves are off.  it's war.

regards,
annie

ps- don't be fooled by ty's smile, we are praying for that stupid cat to EAT you and ALL OF YOUR KIDS TOO.