Cats and Mice

So ... I hate mice. Like ... yes they disgust me and I jump on a chair, but it's deeper than that. It's an insult to me to have mice in my house, especially running around during the middle of the day across my bed or couch. No thanks. The deal was that Corey would change the litter. So ... that was the last straw and I went to mom's house and finally picked up a cat for inside the house. Ally. She's old. Then Corey had promised his mom we would take two kittens (about 10 weeks old) so ... The Twins (AKA Nuts and Bolts) join the house. THEN we discover that Ally had kittens so mom catches the 1 that survived and Milo (4 weeks old) joins our mouse hunting team. Needless to say ... I clean the litter, Amelie always has a cat to play with, I have cat hair on my clothes .... but I haven't seen a single mouse, nor any mouse poop ... so ... I'll clean the litter, wash Amelie's *war wounds* as she learns to play nice ... and deal with a little cat hair.