Problem with 'god knows' is its notable absence of roads. It's probably a thicket, or something.

Creature-tackling (and tackling is the word -- lunging across breakfast room floor in pursuit, etc) is a weekly chore. (Like putting out the rubbish horribly early tomorrow. Coo, foxes.) Creatures, however, did not appreciate being made more comfortable. I am surprised you didn't hear them.