Last night, I saw my polydactyl cat carrying it in her mouth.... this made my daughter feel even worse for accidentally letting it out. I reassured her it was okay while secretly hoping that my cat would just eat it, all of it, so I did not have to find a half eaten mouse on my floor/couch/bed.
I saw the cats looking at the treadmill tonight. So I went over, turned the treadmill on one side- looked, saw nothing, turned it on the other side, looked, saw nothing, turned it back on the other side....nothing.... so I turned it on slowly thinking the mouse would run out. My treamill tread is torn on one side, so I thought nothing of the bumping sounds it made.... I heaved the treadmill on its side again and saw some sort of curly red things..........................
Took me a minute to figure out, I had just smashed the mouse in my treadmill. I got nauseaus. I could not breathe. I felt awful as I was sure I killed it (my best friend told me it was probably already dead otherwise it would have run out the numerous times I rotated the 100lb treamill side to side).
I fished it out with a fishing net covered in a plastic bag and have since "buried" it in the trash outside. But, oh man, do I feel awful. Awful awful awful awful awful. I just keep telling myself it was already dead (of dehydration) and that if it wasn't then I just saved it from an agonizing cat death.
Lesson learned? Yeah. Don't open the door to a mouse unless I am outside.