A Small Squeak (private)
 

Everything was all set up. Every detail had been gone over and the odds were in her favor. Ms. Mowz laid in a small basket outside the home of her next target. She had devised a simple plan, a note laid upon her blanket which covered her. And she kept going over the plan in her head. She would keep herself disguised as a baby in order to steal the necklace. She was wearing a plain diaper under a red onsie with a yellow dress over her. She would only have to do it as long as it took her to gauge what security measures were keeping it safe, then to devise a way to steal it, and a way to then get out. Easy enough. She rapped upon the door quickly before getting herself readjusted under the basket blanket. It was getting close to winter, so it was quite chilly out.

Matt walked up to his door wearing a green shirt and blue jeans, the tiger opened the door and looked down at a baby, um big baby mouse. He read the note on her that was simply a 'take care of my baby' note and he was very confused. "Hmm this is very odd" he says and feels around the basket and feels a diaper bag. "Well at least there's that" he says while squatting and looking at the baby mouse. "So you need a home huh?" he asks rhetorically.

She didn't answer, she just looked up at him, eyes wide, head tilted slightly, and her maw slightly agape. Never speaking, the only words she needed were in her expression. And if that failed, she could always try plan b. Though it looked like she had gotten in already.

The tiger sighed and stood up then grabbed the basket's top handle and carried it inside then shut and locked the door. Next he carried it to his bedroom and set it on the bed before removing the girl's dress. "I wonder who double dressed you like this, but now let's see if you need a change" he says then begins to unbutton her onesie flaps.

Mowz hadn't used her diaper, she would only have to when necessary, or when she needed to use it to her advantage. But for now she would have to gain trust, and that meant playing up the whole baby part, so she squirmed around a bit.

He unbuttoned her onesie and saw her diaper was dry so he buttoned it back up and scooped her up cradling her in his arms and pulled a bottle from the diaper bag, felt it was cool, then slipped the nipple into her mouth.

She sucked on the bottle like any hungry infant. Fast and eager to feed. She wanted to keep up her disguise. And she had made sure she knew everything about the part she was playing.

He set the bottle back in the bag when she finished then shifted her up and began to pat her back rhythmically. "Good girl, not get out a little burpy I can lay you down for a nap"

She burped readily, it wasn't hard, as drinking the bottle had made her want to burp anyway. Though she held back at first, not wanting to seem to eager.

He giggled hearing the belch. "Good girl" he coos then lays her down in the guest bed and tucks her into the bed before getting a pacifier and putting it in her mouth. "You're just adorable" he says