I think I might be Dr. Dolittle

Except for the fact that I'm not black, or male, or fat. I also can't talk to animals.

SO LIKE, what I meant was that today I had another encounter with a 'wild' animal.

Mouse
I was just walking down the street, you know, struttin' dat ass, when I saw something dark gray move on the ground. It was a mouse. A so-called 'meadow mouse.'

I wondered why it was scurrying across the street, and not doing mouse-things like eating cheese. 

Then after a short moment I saw the cause of the running mouse. It was one of the neighbourhood cats.
Me, being super heroic and manly, shoo'd away the cat, and the mouse lived happily ever after.
The end.

The mouse was way too cute. It walked over my foot. D'awwww.

Then I had to explain why I was late for an appointment.

I think I should change my blog sub-title to ''Heroic, manly, and savior of all animals.''