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Prowling cat
Answer for the clue "Prowling cat ", 6 letters:
mouser
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Word definitions for mouser in dictionaries
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Word definitions in Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
"cat that hunts mice," c.1400, agent noun from mouse (v.).
Usage examples of mouser.
Gray Mouser turned round in the right-hand niche, leaped up and caught hold of the cornice, silently vaulted to the flat roof, and crossed it precisely in time to see the two thieves emerge below.
Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser faced each other across the two thieves sprawled senseless.
Gray Mouser thinking I was an amateur counter-thief consumed by hysteria and blood lust.
She mounted to the Mouser where he now stood in an open doorway, from which streamed yellow light that died swiftly in the night- smog.
Then they unbelted their swords, and the Mouser set them atop folded robes and cloak.
But now as lvrian smiled at last, the Mouser relaxed with relief, fetched two silver cups and two silver mugs, carefully selected a bottle of violet wine, then with a grin at Fafhrd uncorked instead one of the jugs the North- erner had brought, and near-brimmed the four gleaming vessels and served them all four.
The Mouser told the tale of counter-thievery well, acting it out in part, and with only the most artistic of embellishments the ferret-marmoset before escaping ran up his body and tried to scratch out his eyes and he was interrupted only twice.
The Mouser was in like plight and not drunk either though inclined to pause mysteriously and peer toward infinity before answering question or making remark.
So lvrian let herself be persuaded, and the Mouser and Fafhrd slipped off, quickly shutting the door behind them to keep out the night-smog, and the girls heard their light steps down-the stairs.
The Mouser deftly kicked a rat that thrust black head and shoulders from his hole.
And that goes for you too, Mouser, who boasted to Vlana of what you would have done had you but known, all the while intending only empty in- gratiation.
But the Mouser and Fafhrd merely exclaimed in mild, muted amazement at the stars and cautiously zigzagging across the Street of the Thinkers, called Atheist Avenue by moralists, continued up Plague Court until it forked.
The Mouser laid a flimsy black rag across his own eyes and tied it fast behind his head.
The Mouser tilted his jug to get the last of his wine, swallowed awhile, then choked sputteringly.
And now he and the Mouser began to hear voices, mostly curt and clipped ones, and other noises.