While searching around
destabee's place for Kikinator this evening to scoop her up to bring her out to the trailer for bed, we heard some yipping noises coming from Kele's basement.
Cherie and I descended the stairs and turned on the light and found our little girl chasing a cute little mouse around the large dark room.
Upon seeing us, Kiki scooped up the mouse, dropped it at our feet, and then proceeded to chase the limping mouse anew. Her parent's were wild barn cats after all, so we shouldn't be surprised that mousing is in her blood.
As our eyes followed her darting around the dark basement, we started to realize that she wasn't just playing with a single mouse. The entire floor of the basement was littered with little carcasses. It was a veritable killing field, with at least eight bodies lying about discarded.
Our sweet little kitten is a mass murderer.
The horror!