We have mice.
We also have cats.
The cats have been killing the mice.
We are happy about that.
We have been coming home at the end of the day to a mouse carcass, or waking up in the morning to a mouse carcass. They are presented like little trophies on the kitchen floor.
But today, they decided to kill one while I was home.
What a horrible thing to witness.
I don’t think I have ever heard a mouse squeak before. But I just overheard a mouse squeaking for its life as the cats toyed with it, slowly killing it. They batted it around; they chased it under boxes, and they tossed it in the air. All the while only giving it small bites so as not to kill it.
Now, I know this is the nature of things. I know this is how cats hunt. I know that I ultimately want my cats to kill the mice.
But my stomach is in knots. I never, ever EVER want to witness that again.