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Wow, that's a mouse all right, just like the ones my kitty catches! Not so much any more given that she's nearly 18 years of age (May 10th!) but when she was a little kitty (well, she's always been a little kitty) she used to bring us mice, moles, birds, and snakes by the bucket-full. She caught her first mole when she was 3 months old--my dad had to stab it with a pitchfork to get it to die because she was playing with it.
One summer it was particularly hot out and so everyone at my house (including my cousins who were visiting) slept out on our big deck. My cousin woke us up the next morning screaming--a dead mouse body was laying atop her sleeping bag. Where was the head? Right inside the sleeping bag. We had to explain to her that it just meant that Fuzzy loved her a lot.
Fuzzy got worms every so often because of her hunting habits, but otherwise no harm, no foul--we tried a bell but WE found it annoying. Eventually, when we moved to the suburbs from the country, we had her declawed and she became an "indoor" cat. When my parents moved back to the country, they worried she wouldn't be able to protect herself. Then they started finding a regular stream of dead mice, all with their necks broken. Yeah, I don't think not having claws has been a problem for my fierce little kitty, even at her age.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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