What really tickles me about this adorable snoring doormouse is that, amid the cacophony of internet aww’s, food coma Fievel is most certainly being torn about by a bobcat. See, cute doesn’t exist in the wild; only delicious. And unless Wifey rolled him on his side with a few Ong Bak style elbow jabs, no way is he still snoring his way through a cat nap. Just being eaten by cats. Just savagely disemboweled in his sleep by felines and falcons and owls. OM (oh my)!