Buck house=mouse house of doom

A little while ago this evening, a small field mouse met an untimely death in my backyard. About a month ago, I noticed mice in our garage (which is attached to the house), and in response we set traps, eliminated food sources and closed up all potential entry points into the house.

Two nights ago, we noticed one of our cats sitting in the kitchen, a room he normally avoids, intently watching the stove. This should have been a clue to us, but what can we say, we're not very observant. So tonight, after watching the first of the Bourne movies, Elemental got up and called from the kitchen, "Ok, don't freak out, but the mouse is now in the house". (Ironically, a mouse in the house will not make me freak out. A mouse-sized spider in the house absolutely will.) We proceeded to clean out everything we could from the kitchen floor and pantry, and then called our neighbor to ask for help lifting because E still has a broken wing from the incident last August. Shortly thereafter, the neighbor and his brothers show up to engage in the mouse extraction. After removing it from under our stove, they took it out back to meet an untimely death on our brick patio.

Here's the thing that is the most annoying about this whole situation: I have two cats. I am pretty sure that cats are supposed to be genetically predisposed to catching and killing mice. And my cats owe me. They are treated roughly the same as the ancient Egyptians treated their cats. I seriously think these two are treated better than some people. But no, my two kittidiots are sitting back, fat and happy, ignoring their duties as responsible felines.

So what's my point? Really there isn't one. I just wanted to express my displeasure with my two extremely spoiled fur-children. There will be no extra treats tonight.