Diary prose on mice feces

Hello!

There were mice feces on the bed

On the carpet

They’ve moved in in our absence, but the cats are there now!

The cats!

That’s brutal, because mice are beautiful in their own tiny ways

And cats too are beautiful in their somewhat, but still small

Ways

But brutal hunters

Such is the

Duality of life, and

The duality of having dual homes, but only one family to occupy them

There’s an imbalance

But effort is a

Finite resource

You cannot put it everywhere

There’s always trade-offs

The trade offs

sometimes you can put put the cats only

For example