I know this seems like an odd thing to ask, but I'm only trying to find out if I'm the only one who thinks this or not.
I just want to know, is it possible to hear a mouse run across a carpet?
I highly doubt it, but if anyone else thinks you can, or can't, please let me know.
Thanks in advance!
NalaMarie

Why don't you just use a mouse-pad like everyone else?

It depends on whether he's wearing his slippers or not.

Hee hee, you guys are goofy.

Last year, when we lived in an apartment building, we had this super intelligent (and adorably cute) little mouse appear in our apartment. I didn't want to kill the little guy so, every night when he appeared I'd track him to see where he went. He'd appear underneath the radiator, cross the living room carpet, hide under the table, run under a couch, run down the hall while hugging the wall, enter my brother's room, dive under the dresser and escape through a hole in the radiator in his room. I couldn't hear the little guy at all, he was silent even when running on the parque(sp?) floors, forget about hearing him running on the carpet. Unless you have super hearing, which my dad swears he does, but somehow only works with small sounds as we all have to call his name 5 times before he hears us, but that's another story. I guess maybe it would depend on how big the mouse is and whether he remembered to clip his toe nails.

I suspect the best evidence for a mouse will be the same as if you can't answer your phone, the mouse will always leave you a little message. Sorry about that, but it's the best clue, the second being shredded paper. I have a family in my garage (separate from the house), they hide most of the time but I know they're there.

We had one in our car once, while we were camping. The doors had been left open in the woods while packing up one morning, and it must have run in. The shredded paper didn't alert me, as I really didn't expect a mouse in the car - I thought the kids were playing some silly game. It was when the apples and onions in the food box had gnaw marks on them that I twigged. It was remarkably difficult to get rid of, as, since we were camping, the car was packed to the roof, and the weather was not such that we really wanted to completely unpack it. It lived with us for three days. Ran across my daughter's lap once, while she was sitting in the back seat. We finally got rid of it when we got a flat. While my husband was getting out the spare (right at the very bottom of everything, of course) he noticed the mouse in our camp stove. He quickly picked up the stove, and set it down in the ditch beside the road. By the time the flat was fixed, the mouse was gone.

Last year, about three months after I rescued the litter of kittens, my almost 17 year-old declawed cat, Chick, caught a mouse that we had in our house for about eight months. We never saw any shredded paper, or little surprise packages from the mouse. We only knew the mouse was in the house because the mouse was driving Chick crazy...and Chick was doing everything in his power to get the mouse (the kittens being too little to be effective).

I came home from work to see Chick playing with what I thought was a "toy" mouse, only to realise that I haven't seen him play so vigorously with a toy since he was little. I looked closely and realised it was a real mouse.

Chick had the mouse by the tail, dropped it, grabbed it by the stomach and bit...blood spurted out, but the mouse wasn't dead yet. He tried grabbing the mouse by the tail again, but it squirmed away, and then Chick jumped on it with his front paws. I yelled for my sister, who then grabbed the mouse with a paper towel. My sister then proceeded to take it outside and smash it with a hammer.

I was never so proud of Chick...who has since been dubbed "The Mouse Killer."