What, in the house? "No, outside. We brought her in and put her in her crate. The mouse is on the patio." Puzzle is a sixty pound Labradoodle, not a cat, BTW. She has also gotten rabbits and once a possum (that got up and ran off after playing dead on our patio for an hour).
So I grab a bag and to pooper scooper, figuring I'll tie it up and toss it in the barrel. Kids get so squeamish. I walk to the back patio, glance around, then turn toward the door.
Mouse my a$$! There was an ENORMOUS, DEAD RAT right next to my back steps. We're talking larger than most squirrels.
I knock on the back door, request a larger bag, gingerly lift said enormous rodent by the tail using the scooper - "Jaws" - and drop it in the bag. A few minutes before I can touch the bag and tie it shut. I wheeled the barrel out of the garage and then put the bag in it.
If you need me, I'll be hiding in my room, watching the adrenalin based BG spike....