Reluctantly, I climbed from my warm nest, bumping the light switch as I rounded the corner of the bed. Black Stripe tossed the MOUSE in her mouth into the air, then pounced on it again. And again, and again.
The next morning, I could not find it anywhere. Could it have been alive, and escaped once she lost interest? Or did she eat it, fur and all?
Do I REALLY want to know?