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It had been another difficult day. Nothing a little catnip and a few shots of milk couldn't solve, but still. Mc Mousey got away again. I am right on his tail though. One of these days, he will make a mistake and then I will be right there to catch him. I smile, sipping some milk. "Your days are over, McMousey!". Now, where is my human assistant? She should be here already. Humans cannot be trusted. That's what Furro used to say. Maybe he's right.