Yesterday my mice went missing. I knew where I put them, but they were gone when Dad went to work. I know he expects me to "hunt" for them, but I just rather dip them in my water dish and call it a day. Sigh. Where are they?! I know I put them right here. Dad must be up to no good. God only knows where he put those things in this apartment. I will be especially mad if he hid them at the bottom of my food bowl. That would be cruel. I guess I'll keep looking, but if he comes home and still haven't found my mice I might have to have a word with him. Wait a second, maybe he did nothing with them. Maybe JP, his roommate, stole them. He has been giving me the slant eye and looking at my toys a lot lately. Off to his room to investigate! Meowing fiercely, an annoyed and disgruntled Boomer.