The Counterattack Begins

I just want my breakfast back.
No backing down today.
...Milk?
You said you weren't afraid of mice.
That's not a mouse!
If I get wet... I'll go soggy.
Crispiness before survival. Got it.

Sock Cat, ask Laundry Cat for a towel—
Laundry Cat?
Not going.
A sock goes missing every time I go there.
...I've wondered about that too.
Came to deal with mice. Now I'm mopping milk and investigating missing laundry.

Stay back.
...Did I do that?
POP!
Look! I can do something!
CRRUNCH!
Wait. Do those ever stop coming?
Doesn't look like it.
Damn.

...Nice and crunchy.
See? It's working.
Yep. They're eating it up.
Over here, too.
Are you attacking them or feeding them?
Then... why not feed them over there?

Lure them out.
An actual plan. Finally.
Hey! Our flag!
We weren't the ones running away this time.
Yeah.
From now on, you're helping me clean.
WINDOW SEAT FEE OVERDUE
Mouse Clan
But I'm the one paying rent?
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