Mickey

Off an on we've had to deal with the occassional mouse stopping by our house. No big deal; at least nothing that a dab of peanut butter and a highly sensitive mouse trap couldn't solve. And then, they crossed the line. We woke to find a little friend knawing on the INSIDE of our fridge. This little bastard furthered his un-wecolmed arrival by soiling $40 worth of Italian meats and cheeses. Our response? Meet Mickey. Within a day our new feline friend had found the culprit, pawed him for hours, and left his dead carcass on the floor like a Christmas present. The only negative to him moving in is that Marley treats his litter box cigars as if they were Godiva chocolates. Barf.