As you may recall (perhaps not many of you), I reported the apparent assassination of an innocent rodent in Meg’s house yesterday.
In developing news, it seems that (as King Ben’s Grandma puts it) the mouse was, in fact, playing possum, and found an opportunity to flee the premises. I was asked for comment and offered the following
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I’ve heard that the mouse that invaded the house
Is breathing. He lives on. He survives!
He’ll outlive the cat, ‘cause he’s better than that
And he claims to have more than nine lives
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Unfortunately, further news arrived today that a mouse had been discovered in a state of post mortem, on the road outside Meg’s abode, the victim of an apparent hit and run. Whilst we still await positive identification (dental records and the like) the news is unlikely to be good. So I was forced to write a second obituary.
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Such is our fate
Death has a date
For us all, including your mouse
We cannot pretend
It won’t come in the end
For one day we must all leave the house
Your mouse had his dances
Your mouse took his chances
He emerged from a fight with your cat
On the road heard a motor
A battered Toyota
He is now irreparably flat.
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That, I think, is the end. There will be no further updates other than funeral arrangement details for those wishing to attend.
Richmond Road 
HA HA HA HA HA AH! Too hilarious!! Oh my gosh. That poor mouse!! I freakin’ put him in a cardboard box and took him outside, just for him to get run over!! AAUGH!! But the dead mouse appreciates the nice…. oh gosh, I just reread the part about dental records. HA HA HA HA HA! And the funeral arrangements!
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“He is now irreparably flat”🤣🤣🤣
I think Meg’s cat deserves some sort of treat for starting this inspired poetry-fest!
I await details for the funeral. After the positive identification, of course.
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I’ll give Mr. Kitty a kiss on his plump tummy!! 🙂 He’s such a sweetheart… when he’s not being predatory. 😀
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The mouse is to be farewelled with a small private ceremony and the family have asked the media and the public to respect their privacy during this difficult time.
And that is all. No curtain call
A mouse has had his day
They peeled him off the bitumen
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
He never saw the motor car
That squashed him paper thin
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A touching eulogy🕯
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