Henry and the mice

Henry is seriously puzzled, it seems.

Apparently, I don’t appreciate enough what he brings me. So he can’t tell what I like. Hence he brought a different kind of mouse every night this week: a normal sized grey one on Tuesday. a fat white one on Wednesday, a thin brown one on Thursday, and a miniature brownish-grey tonight.

Maybe I should start making more of a fuss when he comes in with his special little miaow and a – hopefully – dead mouse.

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