A neighbor under the floor

Last wednesday, I met my roommate. I should say my "neighbor under the floor" exactly. Well, it is a mouse who lives under the floor of my bedroom !

Her name is Parmisane. I beleive she is called like that because she loves the italian cheese named parmesan... Anyway, she says poetry and sings ditties. Good, I like it too !

As I don't want to forget our first meeting, I wrote it there. And as I recorded her, I can hear when I want the ditty she sang  last wednesday ;-)