Hail Roo, the Mighty Hunter!

Roo caught a mouse this morning. I saw her come into the front room with some grey something-or-other in her mouth, and when she put it down, it moved a bit before she picked it up again. I went over to her to see what it was, and when she put it down again - yep, it was a small mouse. It was still alive, and it tried to run away when she put it down, but she kept getting it again. Playing with her prey as cats do.

I called my landlord while Roo took the mouse to the bathtub and started playing with it there. This sounds like a good idea, in principle, because then the mouse would not be able to escape, and she could pick it up or bat it around all she liked. Except the drain in there doesn't have a cover, and the mouse was small enough to fall down it. Or at least I think that's what happened, while I was getting on gloves and some paper towels so I could take the mouse outside.

I think we are going to need a plumber. It could be worse, though. Roo could've left a dead mouse in my bed (yes, I know that would mean she loves me, but ick) or bloodily dismembered it all over the place.

And I think it's Roo's first prey ever! I'm very proud of her. Maybe I should be kind of grossed out, but I'm proud.