ALHS went to sneak an after-supper PB sandwich last night and saw something move in the bread drawer when he opened it. After emptying drawers, under the sink, etc., he determined it was, indeed a mouse (our first since moving in here 17 years ago this month).
Little Cat watched him search from a good, safe distance, and when he returned with traps from the dollar store and set one under the sink, she made sure she was clear across the kitchen, then down the hall, just to be extra sure.
Her housemate Fela was sound asleep in the basement the whole time.
I feel so safe with these two fierce cats around. Pfft.