This cat. Right here.
He comes to my mother and starts to cry. She asks him what he wants, and he just meows again. “Okay, I’ll go hunt mouse babies with you,” my mom says. So she crouches down on the kitchen floor looking for mice under the fridge, and the whole time he’s just crouched with her, watching and waiting. She finds one and throws it for him.
She then says to me, “go look at the water bowl, maybe he left one there.”
"DOES HE DROWN THEM TOO??"
"Yes, yes he does, then leaves them outside to freeze in the death known as the front porch."