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>still live on mountain
>have three cats
>youngest cat kills fucking everything: dead garter snakes, voles, frogs, dragonflies, baby rabbits, and of course mice
>sometimes likes to bring kills in as presents
>be upstairs one evening with the doors open, letting the cool air in
>hear telltale mewing coming from living room
>go investigate to see what wonders my cat has brought in this time
>oh look a dead field mouse
>shoo cat, go to pick up mouse and dispose of
>holy shit! mouse is still alive, pupils dilated, uninjured but catatonic. heart rate is so rapid it might just die on its own of shock.
>pick up mouse, hold to chest to warm it, wait
>eventually little mouse heart starts slowing down and beating normally, starts looking around again but doesn't try to leave my hands
>check little guy for damage, none found
>wait ten more minutes as it sits in my hands, regaining senses
>lock cat in my room, and go outside to release it
>mousebro won't leave my hands for another five minutes, knowing I am a source of safety, until it's completely satisfied that there are no more cats out there
>eventually hops off my hands and darts away into the bush
Good luck little mousebro. I hope you lived a long life and had lots of babies.
