Crossword clues for mouser
mouser
- Cat that catches rodents
- Good cat
- Cat on the prowl
- Mickey's nemesis
- Cat, owl or skunk
- Cat, perhaps - one with a particular way of working?
- Cat, one in the doctor's surgery?
- Cat with certain skills
- Short-time employer of vermin catcher
- Second customer calling for house cat
- After short time employer gets cat
- Rodent-catching cat
- Person going to medico for cat?
- Having stopped short, continue climbing to rescue old cat
- Doctor gets addict a useful cat
The Collaborative International Dictionary
Mouser \Mous"er\, n.
A cat that catches mice; as, a good mouser is better than a dozen mousetraps.
One who pries about on the lookout for something.
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
"cat that hunts mice," c.1400, agent noun from mouse (v.).
Wiktionary
n. 1 A cat that catches mice, kept specifically for the purpose. 2 (context chiefly Scotland US English) A moustache.
WordNet
n. a cat proficient at mousing
Wikipedia
Mouser may refer to:
- A domestic cat used for hunting rodents, e.g. a farm cat or ship's cat.
- Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office, the official resident cat of the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
- Mouser Electronics, an electronic component retailer.
- Mouser, 1983 computer game from IBM about a cat who pushes blocks on mice.
- A type of robot from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series created by Baxter Stockman.
- A boss in the video game Super Mario Bros. 2 and recurring villain for cartoon segments of The Super Mario Bros. Super Show!.
- A name for a fan of the band Modest Mouse.
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.