I'm sitting on the couch watching the weather channel about eight o'clock last night, and I hear my wife scream my name from downstairs. I said what's wrong? A mouse she hollers. I got up and went down. Like there is something I can do? What, does she think I'm gonna be able to catch it in my hands or something? I open the door and say where's the mouse, figuring it would be long gone. Right there under the toy truck. I flip the truck over and there he is just staring at me. As I tried to get closer, he ran to the right and so did I. Then he darted left and went under the couch. He was a cute tiny brown one. I looked at my three year old grandson and said, when did you get a pet mouse? He looked at me with those big soft eyes and replied," he's so adorable", talking about the mouse. I asked are you gonna keep him? He just smiled at me. I opened the door and began to leave and my wife says what about the mouse. I turned around with a big grin and said, it's probably hungry. Why don't you feed and water it. I think she got a little pissed at me. I went back upstairs and didn't here another word. I need another tomcat. My grandson is feeding the damn thing. He said they are friends. It is kinda cute, and everybody needs a friend. I told him a good old tom cat would make a good friend for the mouse. He just scowled at me. He is really smart for three. I guess I'll have to buy those tiny catch and release traps. I know it is a rodent and all, but it's just the one. Lol