My ode to the wee little mouse. Some say rodent, and others... rat.
Can you imagine being so feared and hated? Even the elephant runs at the sight of the little creature. My lady cat Dosha will play with one until it dies.... my guess is a heart attack. No hint of blood, or eternal injury... just pure fright. I think a quote from Richard Adam's Novel Watership Down best sums it up for the mouse.
"Whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you."