I swear to God, I have just caught and released the same bloody mouse that the cat brought in last night. He thoughtfully dropped it by my feet, so I just scooped it up and threw it out.
Today, Arthur was fussing around by the fridge, which I had to move, get behind, and caught the little mouseling. Arthur just watched, no use at all.
Same size, same bit of missing tail, same bemused expression!
Last night it ran off under the bushes by the front door, today it just sat on the front doormat. I think this mouse has issues!