I caught a mouse!

Sunday EARLY morning I heard the infamous squeek of a mouse in distress. How do I know that sound you ask? Because I have FOUR cats!! (yes 4) The cats have a "cat" door to come and go as they please, and thankfully for the parents, we can control which way that door can swing, or even at all.
This winter they lost the privilege of being able to have free range of their coming and going and were only allowed to go as they pleased. If they wanted to come in the house they had to wait for a human to open the door.
We took away their freedom when someone kept bringing in "play toys" and "presents", i.e. mice and snakes! Our little boogers would usually bring these gifts inside at night after I had gone to bed and usually when Christian was still up. Christian had to deal with the poor scared play toys (usually still alive). But every-once in a while  I would be home alone with my hunters and their catch.
If this were ever the case, Christian would get a phone call to "come home immediately" because my life was in danger!!
One time I was brave enough to put a bucket over the mouse so Christian had a surprise when he came home. It was this that sparked my incentive to catch a mouse by myself.
Christian tried bribing me with a new pair of shoes if I ever caught a mouse by myself.
This was in December....    I tried. I really did!!  But  I just knew that stinking little mouse was going to eat me if I tried to catch it.

Yesterday I got a new pair of shoes!!!! :)

When it really started getting HOT we put the door back on two-way entry. All was fine until last week, when we had out first summer present.
My hero of a husband fearlessly took care of the problem. Do not worry the little mouse was fine, even after C had to spray BC with water to make her drop him..
And then Sunday morning happened...
 I woke up to the pitiful squeaks, and nudged Christian to get up, urging him "it's a mouse! it's a mouse!" but after a late, fun night with the boys he was not budging! So I jump out of bed and headed for the door, armed with my squirt bottle. I VERY cautiously open the door, knowing that as soon as I did, that HUGE mouse was going to run at me. But he didn't. I flip on the lights and sneak down the hall and hear our couch guest (R) moan, "oh sorry, but they have a MOUSE!" he just moaned again and offered me no assistance! UGH these boys are cut off from now on!!
I see THREE cats huddled around our DVD stand and my hunters wives instincts kick in (JK). So I squirt the cats and they run off, and then I SEE HIM! His huge head sticking out from behind the cabinet, and I yell again "it's a mouse" but no heros this time.  I quickly run to the kitchen to arm myself with mouse catching supplies, a leather glove and a huge measuring cup. Ok I'm ready.  A couple of huge sighs later and I start to slowly move the cabinet forward. And there he sits. As fast as I can I move the cup down by him, but he's not running... Between screams, I nudge him into the cup. All 3inches if him are in. "Don't worry little guy I've got you now" Aww he is actually kinda cute. My new little friend was wiped out from being a play toy for three cats, but he was ok. I took him outside to our wood pile and he scampered and squeaked away.
I hope I never see him again.