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2004
January 2004 – There was a pet mouse called Griselda living in our house that did handstands and everything, but one day it escaped out of the back door. I watched it out of the window turning somersaults on a molehill. I took my eyes away for a second and when I looked again I saw that Candela, the cat, was tormenting her.
I had to run out and stop her, explaining that Griselda was our special, talented mouse, and not just an ordinary mouse to be played with and killed. Obviously, "Griselda" is my cherished Marina.