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Spencer was cleaning his whiskers following a very excellent breakfast when the food lady made a sound of surprise from the pantry. He trotted over to investigate, hearing the scrabble of rodent feet: food lady had cornered a small mouse with her broom. Spencer meowed and sprang into action.
The mouse was fierce for its size and managed to bite his paw, tearing a long wound before Spencer finished it off. His paw stung as he padded out of the pantry, but he didn't check on it until after the food lady had stroked his fur and his pride.
Outside the kitchen, Spencer stopped to inspect the damage. The pad was bleeding, the tear was jagged, and it burned when he licked it clean. His ears twitched, hearing the tall one bound out the front door, but otherwise the coast was clear.
He knew just who to ask for help.