Mouse Olympics

My (indoor) cats finally learned how to catch and kill mice they find in my basement. The first mouse, a couple years ago, was brought upstairs alive. They played with it for a week. However, it creeped me out that a live mouse was running around for a week. I've never had a mouse upstairs in my house. They've only gotten as far as the basement. I had to catch that mouse and let him free outside. A couple months ago, Mitch - my male cat, brought a mouse upstairs but killed it and I had to have my beau dispose of it for me. Two nights ago, I thought the cats got let outside by accident because I put their food out, whistled for them and they didn't come. Little did I know that they were on a mission in the basement. The next evening, last night, Mitch brought a dead mouse up to the breezeway and dropped it by the front door. My daughter yelled out, "Mitch killed a mouse!" So her boyfriend got rid of it for us. However, my female cat, Jasmine was nowhere to be found which indicated that there was another mouse and she was still busy hunting. So last night, Mitch never came to bed with me and neither one of them were waiting at the top of the stairs this morning for me to feed them. I knew I'd find something when I went downstairs. And lo and behold, there in the middle of the living room carpet was a dead mouse and my female cat sitting majestic-like beside it. Very proud and wanted to be certain that I knew she killed this mouse. So I praised her, gave her a treat. Now I'm naked, because I was going in the shower. I grabbed a garbage bag, made a ramp out of newspaper and tried to fling it in the bag with the other newspaper. It took a few tries, but I finally got it and was thankful that it didn't pop up and hit my naked body. I was already grossed out and gagging each time it didn't go in the bag. I hope that's it for mice for now. I guess I'm glad they finally mastered killing them.