Last night, Trish heard some squeaks. We looked for mice, but found none near the kitchen garbage. Then Trish heard Charlie (one of our cats) do his funny purr/meow. She found both cats in the stairwell "playing" with a small grey mouse. I captured it in a glass, and pitched it into the brush in our backyard.
This morning, we had just settled down to have our coffee in the livingroom, and Trish noticed a dead mouse on the rug.
(and Heather's finger, for scale reference)