When I moved in to my log house-which is buried in the woods, it came with my very own abandoned 1/2 Siamese 1/2 orange tabby porch-cat. I didn't know this cat had been on the farm for all of his (at the time) 10 years. I soon discovered a squirrel in one of the eves, in a very well hidden and difficult to get to portion of the house. Not wanting to shoot holes in my house I tried rat traps, have-a-heart traps, bait, etc. Nothing worked. One day while returning from sighting in my RWS 48 air rifle I spied the squirrel exiting his nest and heading for a meal at one of my bird feeders. In my best stealth mode (heart rate way up quickly) I loaded a pellet (.22) as quietly as possible, however the 48 being a side cocker was not quiet enough, and the squirrel hopped on to the roof and in to the back yard. Not wanting to miss this opportunity I headed around back quickly and spotted the miscreant next to the woodpile. I got to within 15 yards, aimed, got ready to pull the trigger when I felt something on the ground move between my feet. Fearing a snake my heart was really racing. I almost laughed out loud when I looked down and saw that cat, hair up on the back of his neck, pointing on that squirrel! Before I could get a bead on that squirrel again that cat took off like a blur, jumped on the squirrel, and well...you can guess the rest. I made one vain attempt to take the squirrel away from the cat, and, all I can say is when blue Siamese eyes turn red, back off! I have since seen this cat take a flying squirrel from a tree, and play matador with the dominant male in a deer herd. The cat is now 15, diabetic, gets 2 insulin shots daily, and still follows me like a dog all over the farm whether I'm hiking, cutting wood, or especially small game hunting. Oh yeah-needless to say this is one log house that doesn't have a problem with mice.