Last night our 22 lb tom decided to ‘thump’ the night away downstairs after we’d gone to bed. I guessed he’d found some new plaything or other and resigned myself to cleaning up the mess later, too sleepy to get up. This morning he presented me with his trophy. One bedraggled and still alive(!) field mouse.I don’t know which disturbs me more, that he managed to keep his “toy” alive for at least 6 hours, or that I stepped on the poor thing while leaving the bedroom….
Last night our 22 lb tom decided to ‘thump’ the night away downstairs after we’d gone to bed. I guessed he’d found some new plaything or other and resigned myself to cleaning up the mess later, too sleepy to get up. This morning he presented me with his trophy. One bedraggled and still alive(!) field mouse.I don’t know which disturbs me more, that he managed to keep his “toy” alive for at least 6 hours, or that I stepped on the poor thing while leaving the bedroom….