My dogs can get rid of that pest for you.
When I was a little we lived in one of Frank's Dad's slum apartments. 3rd floor. Big wooden porch. Had a Shepard. Neighbors all loved him.
He'd get upset in the middle of the night. Dad would get up and let him out. There's be some scuffling and such on the porch for a minute or two, then Dad let him back in but only after first telling him to drop the rat he'd killed.