Ok then.
Or the bottom of one’s foot. Fortunately the bathroom rug was between my foot and the mouse; I didn’t even know the cat had chased it under there!
Have you seen the British anti-smoking public service commercial with the carpet installer thinking his pack of cigarettes had fallen out of his pocket and ended up under the carpet. Instead of ripping it up again he stomps on the lump to flatten it down. A dark red stain starts to seep through the carpet as, off-screen, a young child is heard asking if anyone has seen his hamster.
oh no 
The last time my cat brought home a mole to play with, I drove it (the mole, not the cat) to a park a mile away and let it go. I just knew that if I let it out near the house, my cat would bring it back in again.
Twice I’ve found a disembodied rat tail in a rat trap in my basement. I’m certain that somewhere, there’s a pair of tail-less rats plotting their revenge.
We pay an exterminator to eliminate our mice. He comes out every other month to refill the bait stations.
In this part of the country, we don’t have ordinary field mice.
We’ve got deer mice.
Or as I call them, “creepy alien blankety-blanks.”
They’ve got huge eyeballs.
They also can carry Hantavirus.
~VOW
Isn’t that also going to poison whoever eats the carcasses?
Am I a bad person for laughing hysterically at that video? It helped to have a little advance warning, based on context, as to what was going to happen. But OMG ::wipes away a tear of laugher:: that was the very definition of “apt.”
According to the exterminator, the poison bait he uses has a very low risk of secondary poisoning.
~VOW
I do not share the common visceral hatred of uninvited animals trying to share my living quarters, but I do try to exclude them, or failing that, kill them as humanely as possible (no glue traps, those are right up there with leg traps for fur-bearers). I don’t think of them as evil and hence deserving of extermination. To me, the difference between wanting to exterminate certain animals and thinking that way about groups of people is simply a matter of scale, the emotion is the same one.
I’m not sentimental either; I’m not going to be building mice little houses or knitting them hats. I merely feel that humans and other animals are not separate categories of existence. We live here and so do they, and I protect my nest the way they protect theirs, out of practicality.
Dumping mice outside, even quite a distance away, just slightly delays them running right back to your house. They are as good at getting back to their base as homing pigeons, within the limits of their little legs. This has been verified by wildlife biologists. Mice have returned within a day or so at distances as great as several miles.
We live far enough out from any neighbors that all the animals we deal with are native. No Norway rats etc. We get woodchucks, native mice, chipmunks, skunks. In winter we always hear mice in our walls. It’s a very very old house and there’s no easy way to get them out. I keep my dry foods in glass jars with tight lids. I set spring traps in places the dogs can’t get to.
I don’t keep cats, entirely because their predation effects are so destructive to birds and reptiles, which are both facing enormous losses due to human degradation of their world. Not keeping cats is one of my tiny useless gestures against human beings’ ecocide juggernaut. But I do trap mice. I give them to my chickens.
It’s about 100 yards away, but yeah I might be catching some nice over and over again. She supplies the barn mice with food and water so there’s that.
That’s a sign that you love your cat and feed her well, otherwise the play would have ended badly for the mouse.
I doubt the mouse will return after that harrowing experience. In fact, it may be telling every other mouse it can find, “DO NOT GO IN THERE!” LOL
Many well-fed cats will kill mice, and some will eat them. Some hungry cats don’t know how.
(That wasn’t meant to imply that the cat in question isn’t well fed. But while chasing small moving things is pretty much instinctual, effective hunting behavior is learned.)
That I know because I watch my share of Discovery Channel. 
Our elderly cat caught mice and brought them to my SO: “Look what I did!”
One of those he caught turned out to be not quite dead yet. I’m not sure if this was the one that ended up in the bathroom.
I can confirm that she is very well-loved and well fed. She does not appear to have been taught many catting ways, however. 
If that makes you a bad person I’m also bad. I mean I didn’t laugh hysterically, but it’s amazing how an unscripted video can be so close to perfect.
My sister has made pets of mice her cats caught, but didn’t quite kill. She keeps them in an aquarium, with food, water, clean litter, and mouse-toys.
I’ve never been given a live mouse by a cat. I had a cat who sometimes brougt live baby bunnies into the house, but I just put then back outside. When I have mice in the house, I use snap traps.
Completely agree. I once saw a mouse struggling in a glue trap. I won’t ever do that to an animal. I don’t mind killing mice, but I don’t want to torture them.
I have a friend who took a mouse quite far from her home, and across a river. The next day, she saw a similar mouse in her home. After another trip or two, she marked its tail with a sharpie before releasing it, and yeah, it was the same damn mouse that returned to her house.
Not only is it ineffective to take them away, it’s probably illegal. At least, in my state, it’s illegal to transport wildlife. Doing so can spread diseases and if they don’t find their way home they are likely to die anyway, due to being in some other critter’s territory.
Geez. Just reading that description may have irrevocably prejudiced me not so much against cigarette smoking as against carpet installers and maybe British people as a nation. I mean, yikes.
How now? A rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!