Reply #20: We had a cat once

[China_cat]

named Pokey , rescued from an older woman who was going to have him put down because she was moving into a retirement home and couldn't take him. We had him for a couple years when we moved into a house that had been empty for some time. Up until then, Pokey was really moving if he opened his eyes while he ate...really lived up (or down) to his name.

One night he came to us with something in his mouth. When we asked to see it he put it down and we found it was a live mouse. He hadn't even killed it, just caught it. The mouse, astonished to still be alive, let alone free, booked for a hole in the floor and disappeared. Pokey looked so disappointed.

The next morning I awoke to a blood-curdling scream coming from my room mate's room. Sure that she was in some kind of serious trouble, I grabbed a chair and raced into her room only to find that Pokey had corrected his mistake during the night. And then some.

He had caught and killed about 10 mice and lined them up beside my room mate's bed. Perfectly lined up, each with one paw chewed off. My room mate had gotten up and stepped in them in her bare feet.