I don’t know if I remembered to write about this, but both the new black female and male mouse we got a couple of weeks ago died. We assumed the lady was killed by the other ladies with the way they were fighting, but the guy died for no apparent reason, telling me they both may’ve been sick. I can’t know for sure at this point.

Next week will be my final letter to Paula until I hear from her again, and even if I do, I’m not going to write her every week or two anymore. She’s just not worth all the postage, and besides, how often do I hear from her?

At the end of Mary’s letter, in a font that looks like handwriting, I wrote: Ida, your little bulldog knows you’re back. Shame on you. I know you’ve been in and out of jail and prison for over a decade for burglary and theft and am glad we never got together. Who knows what you may’ve stolen from us?

Then I asked Mary to slip it to Ida when she wasn’t looking, without letting her know that she and I are in touch.

I still can’t believe Scot never came to the house last week. I’d think he’d definitely show up this week for sure.

Although I see Scot as a bit of a pest, of course, I don’t see him as my “boss” or an authority figure of any kind. He’s a public servant and my $40 a month goes to his salary, so as far as I’m concerned, he works for me.

Tom was telling me that it’s going to be great if we can get to the 30th of this month with no problem, cuz the freeloaders have one year in which to try to sue me. At first I thought it utterly amazing that these sick vindictive assholes haven’t tried already after how much they’ve used and abused the law against me as it is, but then I remembered that it isn’t Tom they were ever after. It was me. And they know I don’t have any paychecks to be garnished.