I used to live in a drafty old house in Jamaica Plain as akid, and we had a crack in the foundation that field mice were able to get through.
At first we tried traps, but after a while, they were looking sick with mice blood an brains on them, so we opted for a cat. We got a real good "mouser". He would catch and eat most of the mice. The funniest thing I ever saw was our dog. He was a German Shepard/Huskie mix (mostly shepard) names Champ. The dog and cat got along fantastic. I'll never forget the sight of a full grown shepard chasing AND CATCHING a mouse and eating it whole.
(I think he wanted to see what all the fuss was about.)
The other funny thing was the cat's way of bringing "gifts" to my father. The cat (a double pawed cat correctly named "Mittens") would bring freshly caught mice and climb on the kichen table, walk OVER the newspaper my father was reading with his breakfast, and drop his offering in his cereal. I can't help but laugh thinking about now, some 20+ years later.
