I came home wednesday night to find a dead rat on my front porch, right in front of my door. It was a small rat, but it was definitely a rat, and not a mouse.
The other day, one day I think last week, one of the cats (I'm thinking Howler since he's the only one with claws) brought me a partially alive mouse into the kitchen and left it by the sink for me to find. Lovely. I had to break it's neck, it wasn't dead but it wasn't going to survive the assault.
It's a good think I'm used to working with rodents at work, otherwise I'd have totally freaked out.