There is a mouse in the house again. At least there was.
My dear husband realized that it was back when the dishwasher started leaking again. Another hint was the cats increased interest in the kitchen. Turns out that the dishwasher hasn't been molested by mouse again. So, I thought maybe he was mistaken about a mouse.
I went to clean the deep fryer (we have one to make Tempura with after I burnt myself). Opened it up and shrieked. Yup. Poor mouse drowned in gross chicken-flavoured oil. OMG!
The cats are fired.