Saved From The Cat

The house we're currently renting came with two cats, Freek and Vonk, named after a Dutch biologist. They're both black, though the male, Freek (I think), has a white mark on his chest and is slightly larger and is more vocal than Vonk is. Vonk is around a lot more than Freek is. Both of them are amazing with Little Man and tend to put up with Little Man with much grace.

Today, Vonk brought a mouse into the house and let the poor thing go. I noticed her acting a bit crazy in the corner of the lounge. I went to investigate and saw this poor mouse hiding behind Little Man's wicker basket. I grabbed a cup and a bit of paper and then gently picked it up by the tail. I took a few photos and released the traumatised mouse outside, in the car park. Thankfully Little Man was asleep and is completely unaware of what has happened. This is the third time the cats have brought a mouse in. The first one was basically dead (though still twitching a bit) and the second one was definitely gone.