The mouse

I go to sleep. I fall asleep. Then I wake up because a mouse is making a great noise. Well, not great but big enough to keep me awake. I try to scare it. Nothing works. For several days a mousetrap (mine doesn't kill mouse) is empty. My sleep is gone now. I might as well go to the living room. There. On. The. Sofa. Is. A. Big. Fat. Rat. I scream. Apparently hard enough for my neighbours to hear. They call the police. Now I have to tell the police my story of the rat. They laugh. Why? They go into my living room. They catch the rat. Now I'm free. I go to sleep. The mouse starts to make noise again. That freaking damned mouse.