Meow oh meow! What are you? Are you a cockroach or a mouse? I looove mice! I just found a tiny little man and picked him up. He begged me not to eat him but he looked so tasty I couldn't help myself. That is what I usually do: I take the mice by their tails, tilt my head up, and then just... gulp. My tummy is rubling. I am starving. Maybe there are others around the house? I go looking. I love how they scream. They are terrified of me. I am in charge, in control of these little people's lives. There's no going back once you are right on the edge of my tongue. I am addicted to their pain, to th...

Meow oh meow! What are you? Are you a cockroach or a mouse? I looove mice! I just found a tiny little man and picked him up. He begged me not to eat him but he looked so tasty I couldn't help myself. That is what I usually do: I take the mice by their tails, tilt my head up, and then just... gulp. My tummy is rubling. I am starving. Maybe there are others around the house? I go looking. I love how they scream. They are terrified of me. I am in charge, in control of these little people's lives. There's no going back once you are right on the edge of my tongue. I am addicted to their pain, to their struggle. I love how their legs dangle over my black hole as they desperately hang on to the back of my throat. Their tiny fingertips... I can feel them on the edge of my tongue, about to fall in. So close. While they beg me not to let them fall. Instead of rescue all they hear is my moans. My throat is waiting for you to lose your grip and go down, back into the mouse hole.