Someone's Been Eating My Dark Kit Kat

I was cleaning off my desk yesterday in an attempt to prepare for the new job (more on this later; can't talk it about it now without having a panic attack) and I picked up my bag of candy that Ms. Chops brought me back from Canada. At one point in time it contained the following deliciousness:

Coffee Crisp (yum!)

Caramilk Dark (Oh, super yum!)

Caramilk Maple (Subtle yum!)

and several Kit Kat Noirs (the be-all and end-all)

No-Nuts and I had put a major dent into the stash, so there was only half of a maple Caramilk and a dark Kit Kat in the bag when ...

"What the ???" I uttered as I held a gnawed-upon Kit Kat up for review. Something had gotten into my stash and nibbled away. Upon closer inspection, I found teeny-tiny oh-so-gross mouse poops on my desk! A mouse (mice?!) have been eating my precious dark Kit Kats! I know, I know, totally icky. Nasty. Hanta virus. Disgusting. YUCK! Seriously, I'm not that much of a slob that I should have little rodents hanging out in my living room, eating my candy and surfing on my laptop.

So today the Sugar Baby and I went over to Grandma and Pop Pop's and borrowed back my cat Coconut. She is the ultimate hunter. If she can't solve this problem, no cat can. It's gonna be a rockin' night in the old Candy Yum Yum house. And to paraphrase another candy slogan, "Nobody Better Lay a Finger on My Kit Kats."