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Originally Posted by Frazod
Years ago I lived in an apartment in an old building in Chicago. We had a serious mouse problem. Little bastards were everywhere, and traps proved ineffective.
Then, we got a cat.
The morning after we got her, I was walking through the dining room and saw something on the floor, grayish, slick looking, about the size of my thumb. It was a dead mouse. The cat had chewed the mouse's legs off and skinned it. Skinned it like a hunter. Never did find the missing fur. Maybe she ate it, and left the carcass as a gift to me/warning to others.
She was sitting about three feet away from her prize with what I could only describe as a satisfied look on her face, as if she was saying "you won't be seeing any more of those ****ers." And we never did.
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Our outdoor cats love to bring them up to the front door and leave them on the welcome mat. Usually with a head missing.