Originally Posted by BellaC
Yup, a mouse crawled into her bed that night, and not even knowing it, she rolled over on it and squished/killed it...then pet it like a cat.
My cousin has NEVER been the same, haha.
Yup, that sounds like the makings of some form of psychosis. I'd definitely be a little different after something like that.
My grandfather had a cat that was downright evil. Thing would hiss and swat at anyone. Act as sweet as could be and let you pet it for about 5 seconds then she was in full blown attack mode. That is slightly besides the point. Anyway, this cat would bring things in the house sometimes live and sometimes dead. Dead things not so much a problem untill you find the stockpile of mice under your pillow. The live ones she would either save (they are better fresh apparently) by putting them in the tub where they couldn't get out. She would then go in there and "play NASCAR" which involved chasing the mouse/mice around and around and around the tub. The other option was to let the thing run around the house and watch my grandmother freak out and chase the thing from under the couch to under the end table and so on and so forth throughout the house. The cat would literally follow her from room to room.