For those of you well-meaning folks who suggest I have a cat in the house to take care of the mouse problem: I like my husband. If a cat comes to live in this house, my husband leaves. Makes for an easy choice from where I sit.
Sadie does enough shedding to keep us well supplied with flying hair all over the place. But she doesn't hold a candle to the way cats shed.
Litter boxes stink.
And cats jump on the table, and on counters, and curl up on my clothes.
Given the choice, I'll take the mice climbing over my food; they don't eat as much.
I like cats, in their place. Around here, their place is in the barn.