My Dear Public,

I apologize for the lack of entries. This has been a bad week for me.

Sunday morning, I went downstairs to find a note addressed to me (assuming that I am 'big oranj basterd'). It was from the mice. Apparently, the one I killed has friends and family, and they're mad.

Some choice lines from the note:

'we guna kut yur faece intwo piesces'
'yur guna rigrette playin aginst myce leik us'
'we no whear yu sleap and we haev a guns'

I've called the police, but they claim there's nothing they can do for me. One female officer even insisted that she didn't understand what I was saying, and hung up on me. Another claimed I was prank calling and only 'pretending' to be a cat.

I have nowhere to turn. The system has let me down. There is a mob of angry immigrant rodents in my house, somewhere, and they're looking to cut me with their gun. I haven't been sleeping, I haven't been writing, I've only been watching. Watching and waiting.

We are at war.

Ever thine,

Marvin Quincy Longbody-Horriblekitten