I have a cat named Leah. She's a sweet, loveable thing and her nickname is "ass-cat." She's a big brown mackerel tabby and, while not overweight, fairly heavy. She is well fed. She is also a mouser. The first time she caught a mouse was several months ago. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something was different about her. I saw a little long thing hanging out of her mouth... And then a foot. She went in to show it to my parents and threw it at my mom, who teleported onto a chair. We ended up catching it and letting it go free in a park several miles from home. The second time Leah caught a mouse my mom stomped the hell out of it, so we threw it into a trash bag and into our dumpster. The third time was last night. I was outside and I immediately knew she had a mouse when she came walking up the porch stairs. She wanted in, but I wouldn't allow it. So she stalked off. I watcher he play with the poor thing until is was too dark to see and went to bed. In the morning I found her cuddled up next to me. The fourth time was this afternoon. In the same place as the last mouse she caught. Either she found a second or caught the same one again. When I saw her with the mouse, I was surprised. She was not holding it down. She was not carrying it in her mouth. She was laying down and the mouse was sitting on her paw. At first I thought they were cuddling. On closer inspection, she had played that mouse so hard it was beyond exhausted. It didn't even react when it saw me. Leah kept meowing at me, as though to say "fix my toy!" It was not injured, just broken down and weary from the stress of the much larger predator toying with its life. My cat is well fed and a cruel, cruel mouser because she refuses to put them out of their misery and eat them.