I swear to goodness if you find yourself hating on this teeny-tiny-fluff of all-that-is good-adorable-and-right-in-this-sometimes-stinky-world simply because she’s a mouse than you have a stone where your heart ought to be.
Furthermore, I’m not entirely sure we can be friends.
But, if, on the other hand, you find that watching this itty-bitty fluffmeister eating a tiny little daisy melts your heart than we can be BFFs
The stone where my heart should be is made of CHEESE for this little dude, and he’s a-nibblin’ away at it! Love love love