If mice really got blind drunk, they’d be a doddle to catch. Just crack open a cold one and watch them fight and pass out. Not that I’m advocating giving mice booze.
A nice warm bed made of straw, limitless birdsong, your favourite dolls and dinner that runs around your bedroom. No wonder why this cat is so overweight.
Dedicated to the mouse spotted running around my office this morning, taking a leisurely stroll and chasing its tail.