"Tell you what I do like though. A killer. A dyed-in-the-wool killer. Cold blooded, clean, methodical and thorough." - Zorg, The Fifth Element
We have, ladies and gentlemen, in our house -- a killer in our house. A dyed-in-the-wool killer. Cold blooded, clean, methodical and thorough and the loudest dang thing you could possibly imagine!
The lack of adequate prey has never stopped our cat from hunting in the wee hours of the night. She is especially fond of dirty shop towels, stinky socks or anything of that sort. Normally, she will attack it, murder it then drag it upstairs between her legs while she caterwauls down the hall.
This morning, Ms. Business got more than a greasy shop rag. Somehow, a mouse got in the house and she caught it!! (I suspect all the rain has sent them hunting for higher ground.)
Of course, she could not let it go gently into that good night. At four in the morning, she had to let the whole household know what she had done! She had caught the mouse, though she had yet to dispatch it. Instead, she decided to play catch with it for a bit, all the while caterwauling until I got up and tried to take it from her, at which point, she finished the job.
So here I am, at 4 am hauling out the corpse out of the house. I also promptly gave the kitty a can of the "good stuff" and went right back to bed. #RIP Mouse
