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.
The cat in gloves catches no mice.
Mewing cats catch no mice.
A borrowed cat catches no mice.
You catch the mice with bacon.
It is not from the love of God that the cat catches mice.
You cannot catch skunks with mice.
Old cats love young mice.
A cat with gloves never catches mice.
Meowing cats catch fewer mice.
The mice will never play with the kittens.
Cats don't catch mice to please God.
An old cat likes young mice.
When the cat's away, the mice will play.
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.
[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?
If you hunt with cats you'll catch mice.
Mice always return to their own little holes.