Molly caught her first ever mouse this morning...she emerged from the bedroom with this dear little creature hanging out of her mouth...it's eyes were bulging actually and it was emitting tiny squeaks...
She was totally hateful to it...letting it run away and then pouncing again just as it thought it was free...
I went from praising her at the beginning and telling her she was a clever puss cat, to telling her to feck's sake murder the poor little sod and be done with it...
She did in the end...in the shower...mouse was seriously mangled by then so Himself cremated it in the range.
Murphy was totally bemused...the mouse ran right past his paws and he just looked a bit bewildered and stepped backwards...