He brought me a freaking mouse. IN MY HOUSE... THAT WAS STILL ALIVE!!
Yesterday as we were leaving, he ran in the house. I noticed he was carrying something so I was like "mom, I think he has something in his mouth." (She & I work together so we carpool.) He ran into the mud room where his litter box & food are & I saw him drop something, it was a damn MOUSE!! He was batting at it between the wall & trash can & it started MOVING!!! I screamed & shut them both in the room then shoved a blanket under the door crack so the mouse couldn't get out. I couldn't be late to work so I just left them & called my husband. He called a friend who had a key. He went through the back door (which leads into the mud room) & the mouse was playing dead for the cat. As soon as Our friend went to scoop it up with the dust pan, it started running, so he STEPPED ON IT!! He kicked it out the back door & the cat picked it off & ran off with it. He's now brought me lizards, birds, squirrels (plural), & mice. His name is Jar Jar Binks (Jar Jar for short). I've affectionately renamed him Jar Jar Dahmer. He hasn't killed anything until like, a month ago! How do I get him to stop murdering innocent woodland creatures, lol?!? 4951