Charlie Brings Home a Mouse


Charlie cat came in a while ago, meowing loudly as he often does, but keeps meowing, and then I hear, mixed with his meows, a desperate squeaking. He's brought in a good-sized field mouse.

Experience has taught me, cats can't be conduced to take their prizes back outside, so I grab a plastic cup and manage to get it over the mouse just as Charlie sets it free. I throw the poor critter out, and show Charlie where it is - sorry, mouse, but you were probably fang-poisoned or otherwise doomed already anyway. Darwin is cruel.

Always wonder if cats share those trophies with us because we are, obviously, too poor as hunters to ever provide fresh meat.