I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I feld Him down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him.
Don't worry - mousing season is relatively short... or maybe the mice round here get smart quicker than round your place...
Ah, I recall watching a ginger tom play with a mouse for a good half hour when I was in Salford...made me more fully appreciate the term "cat and mouse game". It also made me feel exceedingly sorry for the poor mouse - I nearly went down and intervened.
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