Ok. I am sitting here at my computer, Megan laying beside me, Mom in the chair, Dad, upstairs.  All the lights are off as we are watching a movie, aside I'm playing poker.  I feel something touch my shoulder.  I turn to look and see a small mouse perched not 2 inches from my nose.  I look into his beady, black eyes and laugh.  The small vermin scampers down the back of the couch.  I calmly inform Megan she may want to get off the couch as I have just had a mouse perched upon my shoulder. Mom yells for Dad and he brings in Dill.  The epic battle has begun.  After a short struggle, Dill captures the mouse in her mouth and runs out of the room.  Peace has been restored, or so we thought. 

In the distance, we hear Dad's cry, "Dill! Dill!" Dill runs back into the living room, mouse in her mouth.  She sets the rodent free and it sprints behind the TV.  Dad moves the TV and the wounded but resilient pest flutters across Dad's unexpecting feet.  With a girlish scream, our once proud and manly father jumps back with his fight or flight response clearly seeking the latter route.  The mouse makes his way to the register and vanishes into the duct work.  Finally, all is well, or so we thought. 

Dad decides to bring in the strong armed, wily outdoor cat to relieve the weak house cat.  Bob is on the scent instantaneously following near exactly the path of the mouse's earlier escapades.  Bob's effort is futile as the mouse is nowhere to be found.  30 minutes later. "Squeak Squeak" He is back.  Still under the register but in view to be sure.  Dad removes the vent cover.  Bob and Dill are dumbfounded.  They are blind to the mouse at which Dad and I are so intensely staring.  Dad draws attention to the target by nudging the small creature with a flyswatter.  Alas, Bob is interested.  He grabs the mouse and holds it under paw.  After what seemed an eternity, he grasps the mouse in his jaws and Dad reaches down to pick Bob up and take him outside for closure on the night's events.  His attempt is foiled as Bob immediately drops the mouse as Dill had done earlier.  Back to the relative haven of the TV set, the mouse does flee.  Dad has seen enough.  The next view of the rodent would be his last as he hammers the cunning field mouse with the business end of the flyswatter and dead he was. 

Thus ending the epic battle between the worst cats in the world and the great white mouse.