She’s just brought in a live mouse. I picked her up at arms length, held her by the door and wouldn’t let her go till she dropped it. Mouse scuttled back outside. I then shut her in the bedroom to give mousie a good chance to get a distance away.
I feel happy to have saved the mouse (for today, anyway) while also feeling weirdly guilty towards my cat. We’re such a team usually, she and I. I feel mean ‘stealing’ her prey away from her.
Am I bonkers?