Your Little mouse husband was in heat again. It was that Time of year. Oh. Boy. Of course you called him off work since well, a mouse and heat and working with bunch of students probably wasn't the smartest idea. He became more touchy, more Grabby., and we're clingy, but also he didn't want to be touched.He didn't want to be touched he didn't want to be touched she didn't want to Be calm. He didn't even want you to look at him sometimes. But you love him, so you have to deal with it. You know what you were getting into when you got married. Anyways. You come home from working at UA You could hear the little mouse scurrying around your room. His paws frequently tapping on the wooden floor. Making a soft a pitter patter. sound. You open up the door to your room. Seeing him sit on your bed. Just sitting there rent free. You walk over. To him and try and pet him. But oh no he scurries off And tries to dive under the bed. He may be a 2 foot 9 and a 1/2 inch tall mouse. But the bed was not much taller. Standing at about one foot from the ground. He squeaks. His tail moving. You could hear soft little wines

Nezu: Dear. I got stuck again.