Cats like their mice.
Zorro has taken to lurking on my computer desk. Sometimes she starts watching the mouse on the screen intently. Once in a while she even tries to bat at it with her paw.
Today I noticed some ex-bird parts on the ground next to my car. Some cat had had a nice midnight snack and left me a couple souvenirs.
Last week I found that I had a mouse. I put out a trap for him. He ate the peanut butter, didn’t trip the trap and left a lot of “souvenirs.” I put up a couple new traps under my sink. I put honey on one of them.
I was watching a movie when I hear some squeals from my kitchen. I looked under there and found the mouse trapped with it’s back broken by the spring trap.
It took me a minute to come to terms with him still being alive. I felt he was frightened and looking at me.
Finally, I told myself that I’d already committed to killing it, so this was just part of the process. After a couple of minutes, I did dispose of the mouse, but I was very hesitant to do that.
If I was working in a slaughterhouse, I would have this internal conversation over and over. Not a good career choice.