Some people believe in using live mousetraps rather than the lethal kind, and live mousetraps are a fantastic alternative. They work incredibly well, but some live mousetraps work a little too well. Cats are wonderful live mousetraps. They are eager hunters and they love bringing a kill to their families, but as I found out this can be a major problem, especially when the mouse they bring indoors is still very much alive. I found out firsthand what to do if a cat brings a live mouse in the house, and the following information will help you decide if it really is a good idea to let your cats work as a live mousetraps.
Live Mousetraps in Fur Coats
When I discovered evidence of mice in my attached garage I had to immediately take action. I removed all birdseed and grass seed and placed it in a covered metal container in the shed. Once the food source was gone I invested in two live mousetraps that were $1.59 each, and I sealed the area near the bottom of the garage door where the mice were entering. The Mice Cube made by Pied Piper International worked like a charm. When baited with crackers and peanut butter I begin catching mice of all sizes every day, but before I purchased the live mousetraps my cats were very interested in the rodents that had taken up residence in the crawlspace beneath my house. I allowed the cats to explore the attached garage and thought maybe they would discourage mice from coming up to the house for food, but I could not have been more wrong. What happened next seemed like something out of a slapstick comedy show, but it really happened, and I will never again allow my cats to explore my attached garage and work as live mousetraps – at least not while mice are still a problem.
It Was Alive!
My small black cat named Milo had slipped into the garage early one evening, and as usual I let her explore as long as she wanted. Hours later I let her back in, and the dog was thrilled since his playmate was back in the house. As usual he tried to play with Milo, but she was acting very strange. She immediately ran to the corner of the dining room and growled at the dog. This was very unusual. I had never heard Milo growl, and I went over and picked her up for a little cuddling. Much to my surprise she had what appeared to be a piece of yarn hanging from the side of her mouth, but I soon realized that it was not a piece of yarn. At first glance I thought she had a toy mouse, but this mouse was not a toy. It was real, and Milo had been guarding her catch from the dog. I was shocked, but my shock turned to horror when I realized this mouse that was now in my house was alive!
The Chase Begins
The cat dropped the mouse in the house, and it took off like a rocket through the dining room and beneath my old-fashioned sewing machine table that I transformed into a microwave cart. I had to get this mouse out of my house, and I began panicking. I tried to cover it with a box but it was too quick. I did not know how to get this live mouse out of my house, and I did not want to kill it.
I immediately sought the help of my other cat Panda Bear. This cat could help me catch the mouse and get it out of the house and back outdoors where it belonged. Once the cat noticed the mouse in the house the chase was on. The mouse took off running right toward me, and I thought for sure it was going to run across my bare feet or up my pant leg. I was screaming and dancing around the dining room as if I had stepped on hot coals, and the scene must have looked utterly ridiculous to the dog. He could have cared less about the mouse, and he was still interested in playing with the cat.
My six year old daughter was upstairs listening to the commotion, and she was as distraught as I was. She was also screaming and hollering. I told her everything was okay and to stay upstairs until the mouse was out of the house, but this chase was far from over.
I picked up Panda Bear and guided him in the right direction. If I could get the cat to pick up the mouse I could take both of them outdoors and the mouse would finally be out of the house, but this cat was not the best live mousetrap available. He grabbed the mouse and held on tight – at first. As I carried the cat and the mouse toward the front door I thought I would finally get this unwelcome rodent out of the house, but I was wrong again. I opened the door and sat the cat down on the front porch while holding onto the nap of his neck. Much to my horror the mouse was gone, but it had never made it outside with the cat. The mouse was still in the house, and I had to get back inside as quickly as possible before losing sight of it.
Luckily I found the mouse right away. I was afraid it would be lost in the house and it would end up finding me and crawling over my legs since I sit on the floor in front of my coffee table to write my articles each day, but it was headed up the carpeted stairs and I was screaming and dancing around the house once again. By this time I was nearly exhausted. My daughter was also screaming and my dog that is usually as dumb as a box of rocks was looking just as confused as ever. He still did not understand what the fuss was all about and he was absolutely no help. He still wanted to play with the cat. This time I would get the original four-legged live mousetrap in a fur coat to pick up the mouse and the cat and I would work together to try and get it out of the house once again.
I showed Milo where the mouse was, and she immediately grabbed it. I picked her up, and as if she could understand I told the cat not to let go of that mouse. We had to get it out of the house! All three of us finally made it out the front door, but the cat did not want to let go of her prize. I gently tugged the mouse’s tail, but it did not budge. I held onto the back of Milo’s neck with one hand and tried to pry her mouth open with the other. Finally the mouse was released and it took off like a shot into the night and across the neighbor’s snow-covered front lawn. The cat that originally started this fiasco would have taken off after it if I did not still have her in my grip, and she looked infuriated that I had let it get away.
A Happy Ending
When the cat and I made it back into the house without the mouse I made an all-clear announcement thinking my daughter would come downstairs. She was still upset about the mouse in the house, and she wanted me to come get her. I went upstairs to find her standing on a chair, and I could not help but smile as I thought back to an old cartoon with a lady standing on a chair and screaming about a mouse in her house. I was exhausted, but the ordeal was over, and the mouse was finally out of my house for good. I would never again allow my cats to work as live mousetraps in my attached garage!