not with a mouse, not in my house

i have a cat. i love my cat. however, my cat is very much like Garfield. He's orange. He loves two things: table food and sleeping. And obviously, due being declawed, he is worthless when it comes to catching mice.
Yes, not only do I have a cat, but I have a mouse. EEK! The other day I kept hearing weird noises in my kitchen. I went in there to find my cat, Moe, in pounce position, staring at the cushions from my outside swing (I'd brought them in the night before in a rush because of the threatening storm). While he sat, ready to pounce the right side of the cushion, suddenly, a creepy, crawly thing sprinted out from the left side. Moe, not to being outwitted, jumped to the left side and the creepy, crawly thing jetted back under the cushion. And there he remained for the rest of the afternoon until Jesse "set him free" (and yes, after traps had been set).
Now I am coexisting with a mouse. And a cat. EEK!