The beloved husband saw the mouse this time. I wasn’t worried. Mice don’t last in a house with four cats. Give it time.
He is not excited about having mice in the house so he bought a mouse trap. He bought a humane trap and release version that made his wife very happy. I didn’t have to worry that a cat would get a paw caught or snapped.
Evening one — set up trap in basement where he saw the mouse. We checked hourly. No mouse. The next morning there was a dead mouse in the dining room. Someone had (proudly) brought it up for inspection. Whaddacat!
Still couldn’t get Morgan out of the basement. I went down later in the afternoon to find Morgan and Hazel playing tag team with a mouse. Gracie was excited. I could hear her yell, “Let me play, let me play!”
I got my trusty rehoming kit, caught the mouse and took him outside (far outside) to a happy place that wasn’t my basement.
Morgan is still down there. Not sure if there are more. So far this summer, Morgan got five (mousetrap – 0). She killed two and I was able to re-home three. In fourteen years, this is the first year we’ve had any mice in the basement. Weird.
Update on Hazel’s diet — lost 3 ounces! Yay!