Ash decided that this was the weekend for catching things. Or maybe there were just things around for her to catch so she did.
One of the catchees was a mouse. I think. I came out from cleaning the atrium and it was on the floor in the living room, surrounded by staring cats. It didn’t really look like a mouse. Didn’t look like a baby rat. Spouse thought it was a possum, but possums look like possums regardless of age. I kind of thought shrew, but it had the long rodent tail. It was just sitting there, waiting to die. It had smaller ears, a larger head and pointier face than any rodent I’ve seen before. I still wonder exactly what it was.
In any case, I could neither let the cat kill or or kill it myself so I put it out in back of the house. I’ll probably be sorry I did that, but I still couldn’t kill it.
Then she found a praying mantis and was trying to decide if it was edible. That, too got removed to a cat-free zone. My cat may not be the smartest feline on the planet, but she has the instincts down pat.