As the first rays of sunlight hit Missy's eyes, she groaned and turned the other way, curling up further. She didn't want to wake up. Why should she? She was warm, cuddled in a blanket made of an old sock. Her belly was full. It was a lazy Sunday for the little mouse. Or Saturday. Or Monday, maybe. Missy didn't really keep up with the weekdays. That stuff was important for the big people who actually had jobs, not for a free little mouse like her.
She grimaced at the thought. Okay, maybe she wasn't that free, which was also why she had to get up in spite of her desire to simply spend the day in bed. But at least, her duty was fun.
Missy didn't know of any other mice that had an agreement with the owner of their house. For a mouse, being seen by a saurian was often akin to a death sentence. Yet there were some that found them cute. Or, in Missy's case, useful at least.
The house in which Missy had made her home was owned by a gargantuan stegosaurus woman, named Lara. When she first met her, Missy had been sure she would end as paste under her soles. But it had come differently. The green scaled titan had simply snatched her up, carried her over to a table and gave her some food and water. At first, she had been stunned by what was happening, but years of scavenging had taught her to get as much food as she could get. While she stuffed her face with fresh cheese for once, Lara had made her an offer: the massive saurian was alright with mice... but she absolutely loathed humans. The deal was simple: Missy was allowed to live in the house, and would even be fed, if she just made sure that any humans trying to get in would swiftly be punished and thrown out. Missy agreed to immediately. Not only because of the promise of safety, but also because she loved to toy with humans anyway. It wasn't often that a mouse like her got to feel powerful, but thankfully humans barely reached her hips.
From that day on, Missy worked for the titan, and she did good. The humans never learned and always tried to get in through cracks in the wall, or by crawling under the door. Often, she would find them in the pantry. If so, she would drag them into her lair to have her fun with them... and later brought them to miss Lara, so she could dispose of them.
Today would be no different, and finally, Missy dragged herself out of the sock Lara had given her to keep her warm. She hadn't found any humans for a while now, which bummed her out a little. Maybe she would be more lucky, this time.
Yawning, she stepped out into the massive kitchen. She scratched her rear, and groaned. Maybe she should take a bath first, her fur was all dirty and sticky. Thankfully, Lara didn't mind if she climbed into her sink.
On the other hand, early in the morning was the best time to find humans. So maybe she should do her patrol first. Hopefully she would find a new plaything...
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