Confirmation has been received that the cute little furry animal that had the temerity to wrestle with the cat and disturb Meg’s sleep has left this world for a better one. One hopes that somewhere in the afterlife there is a place where he may better fit in.
And having slid beneath the wheels of a passing vehicle he fits into all sorts of places that he didn’t fit before.
The family thanks you, KBG, for your flowers and kind thoughts, but asks for privacy during this difficult time.
And that is all. No curtain call
A mouse has had his day
They peeled him off the concrete
And sent him on his way
His tiny paws upon your floors
Shall be no longer heard
He shall no longer steal your sleep
There’ll be no final word
The cat upon the mat can sleep
And claim victory of a sort
Though the mouse arose triumphant
From a mighty battle fought
Being careless on the roadway
Was his only mortal sin
For he never saw the motor car
That squashed him paper thin