At 4am I woke up to the sound of my cats ‘I’ve hunted and caught a thing’ noise. It’s a high pitched squeak/meow/trill/music of the happiest of cats.
She was running closer and closer, squeaking all the while, muffled slightly by the fact she obviously had her prize in her mouth as she ran.
I live in a place that rarely gets mice or anything nasty, so as usual, I just assumed it was her toy and she wanted to show it off.
Then she dropped a full bag of bagels on my face.