My dear, sweet, gentle little Girlcat found herself another mouse yesterday evening, possibly in the kitchen. Brought it into the living room to torture play with it, and promptly lost it under a rather low antique Chinese chest. She spent most of this afternoon half under the chest and eventually after about 4 hours of huffing & puffing caught it again. Only to let it escape into a mahoosive pile of crap assorted items piled up under the coffee table.
Boycat did try to go and help her at one stage, and she GROWLED at him!!! 
I suppose she'll get hold of the escapee at some stage tomorrow - assuming it doesn't die under there & start stinking the house out (sigh) 