I hate cats.Hate em with a passion. Stems from when I was a kid and got my first beagle puppy.I had picked strawberries,black caps, and cucumbers most of the summer to earn enough for that pup, and had every intention of turning that pup into the best hunting dog you ever seen. A couple of days after getting that pup she followed me into the barn and the old tom cat that lived there torn that dog to shreds when she sniffed the old tom in the butt out of curiosity. Turned me and the dog into instant cat haters. Until last fall that is.
A young tom showed up on our doorstep, and I was determined to haul that thing to the pound, but the wife and daughter wouldn't have it. They bathed it, pampered it, and I secretly plotted on his demise. Until I realized that all of a sudden we didn't have a mouse on the property.
Like everyone, we have a problem in the fall with the mice moving from the woods to under the house in the crawl space, and some find a way into the house. Had that problem since we bought this place, and every once in awhile we would catch one in a trap.Now, all of sudden, there wasnt one to be found anywhere except every morning we would find on or two on the back steps. Seems the old tom hunted at night and left his catch on the back door to let us know he was earning his keep.
I taught our lab to leave him alone, built him his own little house on the back deck, and he gets fed regular and even been to the vet. When its cold outside, he sleeps in the laundry room. Heck, if you watch carefully, you might even catch me petting the dang thing.Named him Bill (you know, Bill the Cat).
Yep, get you a cat. Get a tom cat from the pound, get him his shots, and don't feed him too much to keep him hungry. A good cat is worth his weight in gold.
That's badass!!! 
Never heard of someone doing that.
