I have a very bad relationship with mice.

When the little mouse, which was loved as none other was in the mouse-world, got into a trap one night and with a shrill scream forfeited its life for the sight of the bacon, all...

This book has nothing to do with cats. Or mice. Or self-motivation. This book is 100% 50% finished. But don’t worry, I finished the good half. But don’t be mistaken—the good half isn’t good at...

When the mouse laughs at the cat, there’s a hole nearby.

He’s our rodent control officer. He doesn’t catch mice, he just terrifies them.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

Why had he wanted to be rich, or to feel rich? Was he an unhappy mouse before? Didn’t he see the King himself often looking sad? Was anyone completely happy?

As quiet as dead mice.