Our cat, Minnie, has a nightly ritual. It involves a little finger puppet mouse that once belonged to our girls.
When we have gone to bed and the house is quiet, Minnie finds her mouse, picks it up and carries it, yowling loudly as she goes. Her little rhapsody, almost painful to listen to, lasts just a minute. At the end, the mouse is deposited and Minnie goes off to sleep.
Every morning we find the mouse in a different location; outside our bedroom door, on the stairs, next to Clovis' cage. This morning it was in my art room where I petted her good night before I went to bed last night.
I believe in her little cat mind, she goes on a nightly hunt in the dark jungle, capturing a wild animal and leaving it to us as an offering. A generous contribution to the family.
