Funny story. Found a mouse in the house this morning, thanks to my incredibly strange dogs. I noticed them (these are shepherd mixes, mind you!) in the corner of the room wagging their tails and gently sniffing a small gray ball on the floor. EEEEEK!!!!!! MOUSE!!!! OK, I didn't really scream, but I was in my mind! I then notice the mouse a few minutes later sitting in the middle of the kitchen. I think it was sick because it didn't even try to run away when I caught it with a food container. Even when I set it loose on the other side of the property, the dogs just gently wagged their tails, being friendly and sniffing it. I promptly informed them that they are completely useless ratters and went inside, dogs at heel.
Then later, my dogs do this kind of jump start threatening to chase the cat, who hasn't tried to run at all and only hisses at them. This is a new house so the dogs are learning that yes, they can't chase the cat here either! Why on earth my useless weirdo dogs wanted to chase the cat and even the horses, but a mouse is OK is beyond me. And my mom thinks I get bored out here
I have my suspicions that my cat was playing with the mouse all night and that's why it was so lethargic. Cats are cruel-they do a slow death by play instead of just killing it outright. I know because I have seen her do it to the moths that occasionally get inside. When I'm sick of it flying in my face and demand that she kill it, she only catches it, let go, chase, catch, let go, chase.
Cats. I think that pretty much says it all. *face palm-because there is no smilie face for it*