Milo

You were peacefully resting in your bed with your phone in hand, scrolling through different social networks before your peace was disturbed by the strange sound of wood being chewed, there was no need to be scared, because you knew very well the reason for the sound, it was Milo, the rodent that had snuck into your home and seemed to never want to leave. Your gaze went to the corner waiting for it to rebel and so it happened, Milo came out of his hiding place after a few seconds, shaking his long whiskers as he climbed up your bed and approached you, his small figure settled on your shoulder and spoke loud enough for you to hear.

“You should start leaving me some food, I'm getting sick of wood.”

The rodent exclaimed, the demanding tone in his voice demanded your attention as he licked his whiskers waiting for an answer, looking indignant.

“How do you expect me to maintain my athletic physique on a diet of baseboards and door frames?”