Jerry and Friend?

I hadn't seen Jerry for a few days so I thought maybe he'd finally succumbed to the funny food.... but either he's got a cast iron stomach or I've got mice instead of mouse.  I left a trap just to see, (not that kind of trap, although it may come to that). I placed half a crisp...I'm not wasting a full one, on the living room floor and of course it had gone the next morning. Now, unless next doors dog snuck in and ate the evidence then Jerry has a friend. Sigh!

Perhaps I should get a puddy tat!

Miaow!