Our gardens, like most, have mice. There are at least two families that we know of in ours. One family lives under a step. The snow keeps icing up the entrance, so my sister has tried to make sure they can get out by clearing it a bit. It's tricky being a mouse. I mean we think it's tricky getting down to the shops when the roads and paths haven't been gritted. But at least nothing is trying to eat us. Just avoiding the proliferation of feline hazards must be a nightmare. And all that brown fur that usually blends in, well forget about that. Maybe some cats are curled up in the warm. That might be a good bet. But not if your life is the stake. So if you want to be a safe mouse it's probably best to be alert and remember all the tips your mum told you.
Look right. Look left. Keep your ears open. And your eyes peeled. And remember, owls hunt mainly by sound, so be very, very quiet. Good luck mouse. You are going to need it.