Well, this particular mouse had staying power. It managed to elude Reggae since Wednesday night. Reggae played catch and release all over the house each night, of course disturbing my sleep! I'd yell, get him!! And lots of good that did. LOL. I was praying he would not present me a gift of mouse in the bed. eewww! Reggae spent a good amount of time Thursday evening staring under the fridge where he last saw the mouse go. I could hear him sniffing and breathing in the scent of mouse quite audibly.
And again, often, mouse ran by, followed by cat, cat catches mouse, cat loses mouse.At one point Thursday night I woke and got up to see what was about to crash in the living room, the mouse was 'hiding' on a wheel of a little cart decoration until Reggae saw it and the chase began again. Cats will be cats, and when I got up Friday morning, Reggae had won the war, and little grey mouse was sent to that big wheel of cheese in the sky. Last night, Reggae spent quite a while staring at the basement stair wall (where we think the mice come in--the hole is stuffed with steel wool, but there must be another way) but this morning he's less interested. Hopefully...no more mice. Doubtful, but one could hope!