Mouse In Our House

You know we try and keep it all romantic around here at Mike and Molly’s House but sometimes we just gotta peel away a few layers…

You may have read how the mice moved into the yurt but that’s only one of the places they like to move  in to.  Each fall they move into our house.  Moving in is not even an accurate description; they are brought in…alive!

We have two cats.  The older one is our beloved black cat, Buji, who is a beautiful sleek panther like cat.  He loves adventure and spends most of his time outside running up and down trees catching and eating mice and gophers.  I’ve attached a melange of bells on his neck to keep him from eating all the birds in our yard.  Our younger cat, Kitten-AKA; Splat-AKA; Little SH*T, Mike found in a drainpipe while taking classes at the community college a few years back.  Strange thing is Mike is not the kind of guy that picks up strays…stray materials-yes, but not stray animals.  He did this particular time and now we have this chubby cat who swats at you when you pass by her.  Try and give her a scratch on her belly and she will rip you to shreds.  She mostly hangs out with the dogs…in the house…on the couch…sleeping.  If Archie is on my lap she will hop up and sit on his head.  Archie just sits there not moving.  She has one special talent…catching live mice, bringing them into the house and dropping them on the floor.  Once dropped they scurry off under something.  She takes  a few sniffs at whatever they are under, shrugs and heads out to get another one.

She’s not the mighty hunter that Buji is so how does she bring mouse after mouse into the house several times a night?  Well….on the outside of the chicken coop is a feeder full of chicken mouse food.  There is a mouse condo set up that goes deep under the coop (I’m talking cold war missile silo deep).  At dusk Kitten goes out to the coop and starts grabbing mice.  There’s so many she can’t miss.  The chickens are just settling in for the night on their roosts.  I can only imagine what they think she is doing.  One night I closed up the coop not realizing she was in there catching mice.  The next morning when I opened the door I was greeted by a furry blur leaping out of the coop followed by flying screeching chickens.  Everyone was running out so fast out of the coop I almost had a heart attack.  Now, when I come to close the coop my feet crunching on the ground alerts her and she comes running out as fast as she can.

She does catch some of her little runaways  and in the morning her success is waiting for us on the living room floor.  Usually Ping likes to work on them a bit too…YUCK!  One night during sewing group she started bringing the mice in.  She’d bring a present in, drop it, I’d grab the broom and dust pan, scoop up the mouse and toss it outside.  She’d go back outside grab a mouse and, well you get it.  We’ve got our routine down.  It’s been going on for years.  My sewing group ladies were both horrified and laughing at my circumstance.

Tiny’s owner, Goat Girl (she’s in my sewing group), pipes up and says, ‘Why don’t you lock  the dog door in the evenings when she does this?’

‘I don’t know, I never thought of it…’ I reply


(Sorry for all the screaming, Mike’s in the next room.)

Mike:  I don’t know??? Do it!  It’s a great idea!

I keep a clean house but they still find spots to hide out.  Let me tell ya it’s not cheap having mice get into one’s house either.

The Dryer

The vent on our dryer falls off occasionally.  One time while it was loose a mouse climbed into the vent and up into the dryer and died.  I only use the dryer in the winter so it must have been there for a bit.  One wet snowy day I loaded the dryer, turned it on and a nasty smell came out.  I knew immediately what had happened and stopped the dryer.  A year later the dryer is still there but I haven’t used it since.  I’m going for winter #2 without a dryer.

Mike:  I get tired of the clothes drying rack in the living room all winter but I’m proud of us going dryer free.

Molly:  It’s all about the little loads baby…

Linen closet

Yep, one got in there.  I pulled a towel out and saw mouse ‘evidence’.  This is what the linen closet looks like now:

Our linen closet

Stove #1

You know how a stove/oven has all those openings in the back?  Mice find it very comfortable to set up shop back there. One got into the stove and when the stove was turned on it stunk of cooking mouse pee.  It was spring so we stopped using the stove and used the outdoor kitchen.  When winter hit we had to face facts and purchase a new stove.  It sucked because this one was only a few years old.

The Christmas tree

You can read all about the pee-pee tree here.  No judgments please!

Stove#2 (yes, Stove #2)

See stove #1.  This time we tore the stove apart, cleaned it and mouse proofed every hole in the stove/oven.

Mike:  I love this stove!  No way I’m letting the mice claim this one.

Behind the washer

I can smell something back there!  The worst part is that our uber-duber electric mouse trap that cost us $30 fell back there (two years ago…).  I not only need to pull out both the washer and dryer but I need to retrieve my amazing mouse trap!

And just about everywhere else…

All of our kitchen towels are in plastic boxes…in the drawer.

Everytime we go to use a frying pan or pot we’ve been trained to check it first for mouse poop.

Sometimes we find mummified mice crammed in the oddest places when we’re moving furniture.

We are expert  mouse killers:

Do wash your hands before setting the traps so your scent does not get on the trap.

Do be proactive.  When it gets cold set extra traps!

Don’t buy the extra sensitive traps (Just trust me on this one).

In defense of the Kitten I probably keep the house cleaner than I would have if she didn’t bring mice in.  I’m so worried about disease that I have everything stored in air tight containers.  The saving grace is they cannot get into our food pantry (I don’t know why but they haven’t).  I wipe down counter tops with distilled vinegar daily and the kids won’t leave dirty dishes in their room for fear a mouse will enter!

Our dirty little mouse secret is out.  We all have things we don’t want to admit, yes?  I’d love it if my home was a pristine example of clean domesticness but it’s not and won’t be as long as I have animals and kids stuffed in here with us (OK, honestly?  It wouldn’t be much better if  they weren’t here either…).  They are worth it, and I as I write this the Kitten, who insists on sitting in my lap just reached over and bit me.  Dang cat!!  I swear I just want to punt her across the room!

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  1. Tyger-Cub
    Posted December 17, 2011 at 4:57 am | Permalink

    LOL.  Kitten sounds like she does love you.  Why else bring you so many presents?  And nibbling/swatting is a sign of affection (strange, I know).  This came up in conversation with my friends and inspired me to write a quick silly ode to my kittie who loves to bring me ‘presents’ (though thankfully she started killing them after I asked her to stop bringing in the live ones).  You guys make me laugh, so I’m posting it here hoping to return the favor:



    bitz is tasty treatz.

    on der widdle feetz.

    on der widdle brainz.

    mind dat odd red stain.


    NOM dats what we does,

    mind dat bit of fuzz,

    to da carpet dere.

    Dat is
    just a bit of hare.


    squirrely, wabbit too.

    I will
    bring dem all to you.

    place dem in a lovely line

    where you will find


    My gift
    of luv, don’t you see?

    All of
    these are just from me!

    widdle kittie, small and cute

    One who
    luvz you, its da truth!


    So don’t
    be shocked when you see

    widdle gift dat came from me.

    pick me up and praise my worth

    be rewarded wit my purzz.

    ~ Kim Pollard

    • Posted December 17, 2011 at 4:44 pm | Permalink

      Nice Kim!
      REaLLy?!  A sign of affection?  Last night the Kitten was laying on our bed, Mike got in and gave her PLENTY of space.  When his foot came within 6″ of her she sprang forward hissing with all her might right at him…She’s possessed, I’m tellin’ ya!

  2. Posted December 19, 2011 at 10:46 am | Permalink

    You are too kind. I had a cat like that for about 3 years. After she bit a friend so badly that she nearly had permanent nerve damage to her hand I re-homed the cat with some friends who needed a new barn cat.

    About two years ago a mouse got into my house through a small hole in the screen that ventilates the cold cellar. I recalled how hard it was to get rid of mice in our house growing up, so I went into immediate lock down. Every bit of food was put inside containers and the kitchen trash was moved to a bin that was securely covered. It took about two weeks before the mouse finally gave in to hunger and was killed in a trap baited with peanut butter. Since then, I’ve been vigilant and have had no more mice. Thank goodness.

  3. Natalie
    Posted December 22, 2011 at 9:05 pm | Permalink

    Wow, those pests are exhausting! (The mice, not the evil cat.)

  4. Doglover1918
    Posted March 1, 2012 at 8:45 am | Permalink

    OY. You’ve just given me more stuff to think about. We, too, have had a mouse problem in our doublewide. But I don’t have the heart to kill them. Luckily, we don’t live there full time yet. We had to remove all the kitchen cabinets linked to the hole under the sink, and realized that every cabinet in the house with a drain will have to be replaced. And sayonara to the stove, washer and dryer the previous owners left us. Yuck. I cleaned with full strength alcohol thinking it was the holy grail of disinfectants. Oops…

    • Posted March 1, 2012 at 9:45 am | Permalink

      I just finished your post and am howling laughing!  If anyone is wondering what my stove, back of washer/dryer looked like mouse infested they need to go to your link!!

  5. doglover1918 .
    Posted September 18, 2013 at 8:03 am | Permalink

    When we bought our doublewide, we knew there had been some mice, but thought it was past tense. Turns out there was the cutest, pregnant-est mousey living in the stove. When we lifted the range top to clean, we found shredded pink fiberglass nesting and a year’s supply of dog food.

    We are still tracking down their entrances. Seems like the best routes for them into the house (other than you r fancy cat-ousine) are the plumbing perforations, so we are slowly replacing all the cabinets and fixtures with mouse proof ones. OY FRIGGIN VEY.

    Husband is allergic to cats…

  6. Mickey
    Posted March 14, 2016 at 4:33 pm | Permalink

    You guys need a MinPin. My cat also likes to bring live mice into the house but my MinPin (dog) catches them immediately and shakes them to death. Of course he doesn’t eat them so I find them where he leaves them at the door.

  7. Dee
    Posted April 3, 2016 at 4:58 pm | Permalink

    I keep two yardboys, I rescued their mom as a kitten and before she went to the vet, she had a litter in the garage. I rehomed her and the two girls, and had the boys neutered. She could catch squirrels. Her younger son almost can and he’s a big cat (about 2″ short of nailing them, he can give them heart attacks and they stay away). Every fall, the mice show up in droves and I can’t give away cat kibble for love or money for about two weeks. They leave me the head, tail, and paws and eat the good parts…. I praise my mighty hunters and clean up.

    Last fall they missed one and it moved in. It decided MY craft room was peachy. It got very bold. I had put out a total of 11 traps baited with all sorts of good stuff, it ignored all of them. It got bold and ran over my feet. Two more got set out. I managed to trip them both within hours and get 3 toes on left foot (managed to break all three, I have ER xray to prove it) and 2 on the right. (this leaves me with ONE toe that has NEVER been broken, very long). It finally succumbed to peanutbutter with a shelled raw sunseed stuck in it in the closet. I was on Skype talking and on cam with several friends and got up and danced and sang ‘ding dong the wicked mousie’s dead’ and everyone thought I was insane. I told them the saga and said I’ll go check the closet and hold the trap up to the webcam (uh no thanks).

    Place I lived before this, every fall I would have to move the washer out of the catch pan and clean up the dead mice (serious die-mouse-die bait left out, they’d come in the dryer vent, pop off the hose, and end up dining and under the washer). The house queen purr at the time was totally clawless, but would frequently bring me still alive things.

    I still haven’t identified the slightly bigger than a robin brownish bird she brought in, with a live grasshopper still in beak, and turned loose. It went under a bookcase and I had a half an hour to catch it.

    She would catch mice, kill them, lick them clean and lay them at my feet for a treat of raw hamburger which she preferred over tuna. She’d suck up the praise, eat her treat and find another one…

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