Evidently the 3 or so years that my cat has spent indoors after living on the streets has not diminished her hunting skills.

Last night, as I was starting to drift off, I heard the cat pouncing and batting at something. I figured it was a twist tie or hair tie or something and tried to fall asleep. Eventually the noise got to me, so I turned on my lamp so I could find the toy and toss it into the living room. Without my glasses, it just looked like a fuzzy grey spot. I went to pick it up, then recoiled in horror. It was oddly soft and squishy. For a second I thought maybe the cat had coughed up a hairball. Then I put on my glasses and turned on the main light. The fuzzy grey thing was a dead mouse. Eeek.

On one had, yay kitty for killing it (and not making a mess in the process). On the other hand, boo for there being a mouse in the apartment in the first place. I'm now a little paranoid about teeny feet scampering across me as I sleep.