When I first read your post title, I thought it was going to be one of those stories where someone "steals" something (such as a garden gnome or a pet turtle) and then travels the world taking pictures of it in famous places and sending funny notes back home to the owners.
I lived in a trailer house for a short while and mice kept getting into the garden bathtub (and then couldn't get out, of course). I became very adept at catching them (still alive) and taking them up the hill where a Great Horned Owl family lived (I called it "The Owl Cafe").
I could have used a cat--especially like the one we have now that's a ferocious hunter!! It would have saved many a trip up the hill!!