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Iíve been up to the big house to look for some leftover delicacies only to notice that I couldnít get† in. Some impertinent person has blocked my entrance holes. Kate wasnít very helpful either, she was snoozing in a sunny spot oblivious to my plight. TJ has never been co-operative and Rusti is best not stirred up. I really donít want to end up as a dogís breakfast. Now I have to patiently wait for darkness so I can sneak in through the cat flap. I am seriously thinking of moving out. First I was allowed in the house, then I was banned to the aviary which I have to share with some noisy cockatielsóthe papagos and now this. I am so unhappy about this turn of events. I cannot imagine living without my daily dose of human cuisine. Bird seed day in and day out is just boring. I like orange poppyseed cake and almond chocolate cherry cake. Dís muesli is a treat and M bakes the best shortbread on earth. H† and K leave me pieces of fruit on the windowsill every now and then.

Anyway after another search around the house I found a new entrance and a chance to nibble on the poffertjies. Thereís nothing as exiting as lurking under the microwave waiting oneís turn to get hold of one of those sweet soft pancake balls. Then of course D had to spot my poffertjie and takes it awayógreedy bugger. Well, Iíll get another chance. One has to be philosophical in ones approach.

 

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I am really annoyed, frustrated and angry. While I was sitting under the microwave and contemplating the poffertjies D went about filling in all possible gaps, effectively closing all my escape options. Then he started spring cleaning the kitchen. Why on earth did he have to do it today? All I could do was scurry away in a great hurry and hide behind the blinds - high enough for Rusti not to reach me. While they were watching TV later at night I quietly rested on the curtain rail. But the rest was brief. M looked me straight in the eye and from that minute on I knew that† she was serious too about keeping me out of the house. Fortunately she had the good sense to open the door to the garden before attempting to catch me for relocation. I got away.

 

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My mind is made up. I am going to move out sooner rather than later. But where to? Iím not a garden mouse, Iím an indoor mouse!. I have a dilemma and Kate is not helping. She just wants to keep me here for company, no matter what. Itís easy for her. She has a cat flap and can come and go as she likes. I feel really hard done by and unfairly treated. Iím also too small to make myself counted.†

 

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Finally after much soul searching I have come to the decision to relocate to the family video store in a mall. It sounds cozy, the humans like working there and I can hitch a ride, even if it has to be as a stowaway. I have Kateís grumbling support. Sheís not happy, but thinks Iíll be back soon enough. Itís her opinion that life as a stray is no fun and that I love my creature comforts far too much to be able to adjust to being self-sufficient. Well, I just have to show her wonít I.

 

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Everything has been planned† -† wish me well dear diary. Iím planning to sneak into the house when everyone is in bed and stow away in Dís briefcase. I am really sad and have only told Kate about my† plans. Who knows whether I will ever get back to this beautiful house. I will miss the garden too. Itís such a wonderful place. Iím having doubts already. What shall I do?

 

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I have made it!!!, Iím here, in this vast new place teaming with people all day long. Itís noisy, the TV is blaring and Iím trying to snooze. Well, I have made the acquaintance of Amy an industrious young movie lover who somehow spotted me under a shelf. Quite unselfconsciously she tried to coax me out of hiding until her impatient mother interrupted her pursuit. ďAmy, for godís† stop creeping around under the shelves, look what you are doing, youíre all dusty now. If you donít come here right away weíll not go to Nannaís. Nannaís must be important as Amy sauntered of instantaneously but not without notifying everyone she had seen a mouse. I overheard D promise emphatically that there were no mice in this establishment, calming down a hysterical customer. Oh dear, I didnít know that our species could generate so much emotion in humans. I need to find a card to write to Kate. She is probably wondering whether I have arrived safely, the anxious creature with her overdeveloped maternal instinct.†