Another story about a mouse
I have a quick addendum to last fall's mouse story. If you're not up for reading the entire post, the short version is:
my cat started life as a stray and therefore, should be a ferocious hunter.
she found a mouse in my house one morning and proceeded to play with it rather than killing it.
after catching it and letting it go several times, she let it crawl into a plastic newspaper bag.
while doing lots of shrieking, I killed it by whacking it repeatedly with a broom.
It was not my finest moment, and clearly, not Sassy's, either.
However, Rob and I returned home from church yesterday to find that Sassy does, indeed, know how to kill a mouse.
I won't go into the gory details, but it was clear that the poor mouse had suffered greatly in Sassy's paws. And teeth.
While I'm relieved to have a cat that knows how to hunt and a husband kind enough to clean up the carnage, Rob and I probably need to get busy finding and plugging the hole where the mice are coming in.