we ever had with our live trap, aka mouse cage.
Bought when our cat, Henry, was still young and brought live mice in the house and sometimes they got away. We usually caught and released them but one was elusive. So we bought this trap. The only mouse that ever ventured inside was the Gruffalo mouse.
Nowadays Henry eats the mice he catches. Except for the green wobbly bit. (if you’ve ever read Pratchett’s The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents you know what I mean).
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, daß er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.
( excerpt from the poem Der Panther / The Panther by Rainer Maria Rilke)
https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/thursdays-special-vision/
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