Our neighbors have some kind of mouse infestation, which of course means they keep coming to our house. Luckily, we have four cats. Er... three cats. The fourth can barely see mice, let alone move fast enough to catch one.
I came down the stairs late last night to see my cat pawing at a 'dead' one while my brother's two cats were watching. Oddly humerous sight. I say 'dead' because in was motionless on its side when I came down. But when I came back up to take care of it, my cat was walking around with it in her mouth, and when she dropped it, it was very much alive. Was playing dead I guess.
Anyway, I'm proud of my cat for catching it, but I hate seeing animals hurt. So I picked it up by its tail (easy when it was to petrified to move) and put it outside in the grass. Poor Vi Vi (My cat) was searching around my show where the mouse had been, looking for her missing prey. I picked her up, told her I was proud of her, pet her, and gave her a kiss, but she continued to look for it. Weird how I can feel bad for not letting an animal torture another animal until killing it.
Cats are weird.
