In the last 10 minutes, she has given my neck a mouse-massage, nibbled on my ear, played with my hair, & licked my throat. And now she’s trying to go hang out in my bra.
O WATSON, I love you dearly, but not in that fashion, & even if I did, our love could never be consummated. Maybe there is an alternate universe out there where human/lesbian mouse affairs are tolerated, but I fear that would be too much for our world to handle.