Once lived in a house where the roommate had a tabby. Very cool cat, stole his fresh trimmed herb any chance it got, and only caught bats and released them in his bedroom (woke one night to a blood-curdling scream from his woman when she woke to a bat crawling up the sheets towards her). The cat never caught a mouse that I know of.
One fall a least weasel moved in, said hello from time to time when you opened the cupboard under the sink. Not a single mouse in the house that winter. Cat hated that weasel. Weasel was kind enough not to leave any funk behind, and left in the spring. Get a weasel.
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