I came downstairs about midnight last night to get a glass of squash. Pepper, my cat, came in through the flap and I could hear him going nuts in the hallway. When I checked, he was having a mad game of paw-ball. I was trying to see what ball he was using - it wasn't his usually preferred ping-pong ball.
It was a MOUSE! The little critter had the sense to roll in a tight ball - and Pepper loves playing footie!. Being the cat he is, he didn't protest when I put a firm hand on him and shut him in the living room. The mouse seemed undamaged and I managed to shepherd it towards the front door and safety.
When I let Pepper out from the living room he was happy to play with his catnip mouse instead, after a good sniff round. That was one lucky mouse!