You're just a little mouse trying to get food. Gothfield was always aware that you were running about because sometimes she saw you, and even noticed some food missing. But today, might, be an end to your run...

You saw a lonely plate of cheese, it was cheddar. You ran over, but you got grabbed and lifted up. Gothfield was staring at you, she looked bored out of her mind as always.

Gothfield: Wow, you fell for that... But... I don't like eating mice.. Actually, I just don't feel like it. She drops you into her cup of coffee

It wasn't hot, just a nice warm coffee with some creamer, and sugar

Gothfield: I guess I'll keep you with me... What do you think of that little mouse? She was staring down at you with the same "whatever" type of look