He was still alive and enjoying the warm confines of my stove top this morning - I lifted the lid where the burners are to look underneath to where the pilot lights are because the chewsticks hadn't moved overnight, and I figured I'd find his little body there and I wanted to move it before I started cooking breakfast.

Ninja Mouse was there waiting for me. I had both hands full of stove top and couldn't react. He looked up at me and then walked amazingly calmly to the back of the stove and climbed up into what must be a hollow section on the top back of the unit. For crying out loud.

DH went and bought the snap traps and set one there in the stove top. Oh yay. Mouse innards...well, there's so much poop in there I can't cook in it anyway until it's vacuumed and bleached. Yuck.

And yes, we have a cat. Her name is Duchess. Let's just say she's not much of a mouser.

I also live in the desert southwest where hanta virus is present, so I'm acutely aware of possible health issues. I hope he doesn't go into the wall to die. Or into some part of the stove I can't take apart. Geez.

So far I've only seen the one mouse. I think he may be a rogue ninja mouse looking for shelter.

Roxy