"But if the mouse were a German pessimist mouse, he might not think that the cat had beaten him at all. He might think he had beaten the cat by getting to the grave first. Or he might feel that he had actually inflicted frightful punishment on the cat by keeping him alive. Just as a microbe might feel proud of spreading a pestilence, so the pessimistic mouse might exult to think that he was renewing in the cat the torture of conscious existence. It all depends on the philosophy of the mouse...You cannot even say that the cat gets the best of it unless there is some best to be got." Orthodoxy - The Eternal Revolution
This just seemed to beg for a poem (at least it seemed to do so in the haze of total time zone shift somewhere over the Pacific).
The Overly German, Philosophical Mouse
The German mouse, full up on cunning
Hatched a plan that spared him running.
He allowed the cat to close the distance
Sentencing him to prolonged existence.
When oblivion is the highest gain,
The surest way to win the game,
Is neither to flee nor run for cover
But make a trophic donation that prolongs the other.__________
 One of my all time favorite books that I am re-reading and has spawned a number of posts in various stages of completion.