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Our cat brought a mouse into our living room one evening when DD and SiL were with us. She dropped it and there then ensued an hilarious chase in which the bookcase had to be half emptied in order to move it, by which time the mouse had taken refuge under the sofa. Cue turning sofa on its end, to see mouse disappear under the wall unit. What I tell you next is absolutely true. DD gets down on all fours to look under the unit; could not see mouse, but just as she turned on her knees to get up again, mouse enters lower part of her trouser leg ?. Much screaming and jumping up and down, while the rest of us roll about helplessly on the floor! We did eventually corner the damned thing and trapped it under a waste paper bin, which we slid onto a large piece of card and carried out to the bottom of the garden. The living room looked like a train wreck and neither the cat nor DD would not speak to any of us for the rest of the night!

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This once happened to me , all the adults were in a panic trying to catch the mouse - flapping teatowels , boxes , sieves were being used . My 2 year old granddaughter disappeared from the room then reappeared with her fishing net and caught the mouse within seconds !

We were in the same situation last month! Our cats didn't bring in the mouse as they're house cats but we live in the country and at this time of year the field mice are looking for winter homes.

Our huge brutes of cats (they weigh 11lb and 16lb!) just sat and watched the mouse running around literally inches from their jaws.

We resorted to a humane mouse trap in the end. The cheeky mouse was calmly eating the peanut butter bait as I walked down to a field to release it!

Greyduster That happened to me when our previous cat brought a mouse in, only it ran right up my leg! I was laughing so much that I probably traumatised the poor thing! I just went into the garden and lowered my trousers enough to release it.

A trick I use to retrieve mice from under furniture is to use a tube (cardboard or one from the hoover) and block one end with something (crumpled paper would do) and then put the open end near where the mouse is. They are drawn to the apparent safety of the dark tube and run inside it. It’s never failed. Yet!!

Good idea Squiffy!
We often have mice in our house, as we live in the country. Our cat is no longer interested in catching them.
Last autumn there was a very large toad which used to come into the kitchen in the evening, if we left the door open. It was quite easy to catch with a dustpanand brush. Then one evening there was a campagnol sitting by the rubbish bin - I screamed, husband came running and was able to pick it up, it seemed dozey.
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He killed it, they do a lot of damage to plant roots and make random molehills.

I`d do what I did the last time Mia brought a mouse in, carefully follow it around until it settled in a corner, then make a quick grab, in order to give it a gentle stroke before releasing it outside.

You are all too brave, our cat had a mouse in it's mouth at the weekend and I was terrified of DH opening the door in case she brought it in - I'd be a wreck!!

Me too Cagsy and in answer to the question 'what would you grab first'.......the only thing that I would be grabbing would be my coat

When you own cats, this ‘bringing a mouse in’ occurrs all the time.
We used to throw a towel over it, it stopped and felt safe, then we gathered up the towel carefully and shook it outside.
A squirrel (live) brought in the house was a different matter,
Once free of the cat it went nuts and wrecked the room, hurling itself about.We had to allow the cat ( a huge cat) to catch it again, take it outside and then managed to pry it from his jaws.It ran up the nearest tree and chattered at us angrily.

I don't have cats but have had loose birds inside so grabbed a towel and threw it over to take outside

Mice aren't so much of a problem as when the cat brings you rats. If the rat is bigger than your hand it is too clever for the cat and things can get really nasty. Mice are a doddle after that.

We don't have cats any more, so I don't have any tales to tell. But we always managed to catch the mice and rats in the end somehow.

One of my cats often brings them in at night so I'll find various 'parts' the next morning somewhere however occasionally he loses them and it manages to escape. I've cornered them in the passage and used the spider catcher (pyramid shaped plastic on a handle with a trap door) to rescue them but in the summer he took one upstairs! We can always tell he's lost it as he sits patiently staring at something - this one was on the landing between the wall and a cabinet. Husband shouted shut the doors but it just ran underneath and into my bedroom. There followed a frantic race round until it ran behind the chest of drawers which we couldn't move. There are patio doors in the bedroom with a small balcony outside (totally useless - was there when we bought the house) - my OH opened the doors and then poked at the mouse with a brush handle - it shot out and literally flew out the door and over the balcony where presumably it ran off to tell its mates about its amazing flight to freedom!

On the day of princess Diana's funeral, literally just as I had settled down, and as the coffin rolled in to sight, my cat bought in a big mouse and let it go in my front room.

Once my son woke up with a harvest mouse in bed with him, lying next to his leg.
We didn't believe our sons at first when they told us. Lifted the duvet up very carefully, and they were right!
My husband just scooped it up in his hands and took it outside again.
No idea how it got in.

They only bring them in for us apparently, a fine way to repay them. That was the first mouse we have had brought inside for years, the two older cats concentrate on flies and bugs. Years ago we ended up dismantling the bedroom when one of the cats brought a mouse in. That is a very good idea about using a cardboard tube Squiffy, we have one of those handy as GGS uses it as a tunnel. The worst thing was when I was dusting one morning. All of a sudden a frog leapt out of a plant pot, don’t know how long it had been there but it made me jump.

Jasper a cat my son "found" quite a few years ago was very fond of bringing home presents and depositing them on the kitchen floor for my inspection,mice/worms/feathers from birds his best present was a piece of Roast Beef which must have been cooling on someones worktop as it was still warm,he never even treid to eat it he was just so proud of his find,I often wonder what those people had for their lunch that day.

glamma, you have reminded me of our lovely cat Nigel, he went through a collecting phase, once a moccasin slipper and then a scouring pad. (He’s the one chased around a tree by a pheasant. Beautiful cat.)

That sounds like a brilliant idea, Squiffy

How do you know when it's gone up the tube?

Merlot It's partly luck - if you hear it run in - or just check every few minutes by tipping it up, so that the blocked end is facing down, then shining a torch inside. Needs to be done quickly, mice are very adept at scrambling upwards!! ?

Frogs I usually catch in my hands, but their legs are very strong and they really push against your fingers, so you need to be prepared for that!

Funnily enough I don't mind the living variety, it is the dead ones left in my shoes that literally make my toes curl! apparently that is the cat's way of showing you love or teaching what you should be hunting - could do without it I must admit.

I found a dead mouse in one of my wellingtons once when I put my foot in. I thought it was a left over sock until I emptied it out. I don’t know whether the cat had deposited it there or whether it had just crawled in to die!

This is one of the main reasons I no longer have cats. They will bring in mice, frogs or worse, birds they caught and almost but didn't quite kill, yet. Having said this, I do find cats very entertaining with their disregard for anything much other than their own desires and their murderous intents.

Glammanana that reminded me of one of my previous boys who came racing over the garden with a string of sausages one day - obviously left out on someones kitchen worktop defrosting - never did find out who they belonged to