The walls have mice, the mice have ears.
Walls have mice and mice have ears.
Where there is sugar, there are mice.
The dreams of a cat are full of mice.
You cannot catch skunks with mice.
The cat in gloves catches no mice.
Old cats love young mice.
Mewing cats catch no mice.
You catch the mice with bacon.
A cat with gloves never catches mice.
It is not from the love of God that the cat catches mice.
A borrowed cat catches no mice.
Meowing cats catch fewer mice.
The mice will never play with the kittens.
[Firefly and Mrs. Teasdale hear music coming from downstairs]
Mrs. Teasdale: What's that?
Rufus T. Firefly: Sounds to me like mice.
Mrs. Teasdale: Mice? Mice don't play music.
Rufus T. Firefly: No? How about the old maestro?
Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as . . . as . . .” “Dead mice?” Reynie suggested. “Perfect,” said Kate with an approving nod. “As quiet as dead mice.
Cats don't catch mice to please God.
When the cat is gone, the mice come out to stretch.
If you hunt with cats you'll catch mice.
The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
An old cat likes young mice.