I am afraid of mice; yesterday I saw one in my bedroom. My feelings about that are… strong. I feel like a toothpaste squeezed out of this flat, out of this city, out of this way of living.
Gru-the-dog is staying with me at the moment, because of renovations at dad’s place. She paid no attention to the mouse at all! Sasha-the-biologist suggests that I should stop feed her, then in the couple of days she will get more interest in mice.
Dad will kill me if I stop feeding the bloody dog! (who weights 30 kg, by the way).