Guido, my very spoiled mouse, was under the impression that he owned me. And my house. And my food.
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None of it could be shared. Ever.
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The issue seemed to naturally resolve itself.
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He still owns me. And my house. And my food.
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But sometimes these things can be shared.
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Just not the Gelato.
None of it could be shared. Ever.
Unfortunately, the Natural Order of Things was completely dissolved when I took pity on "Kitty", a poor little pussy that was wandering the streets.
Guido and his kingdom had been betrayed!
I told him if he couldn't get along with Kitty there would be NO MORE GELATO. EVER.
The issue seemed to naturally resolve itself.
Just not the Gelato.
Guido's Wisdom: "I gatti hannodenti grandi" ("Cats have big teeth")