My Cat. The Killer.

So, Eric walked in the front door and told me there was something I needed to see. Pistol, our cat, was hunting a mouse. Now, I'm a little torn here. I don't want a mouse in my house, so I wanted Pistol to catch it so it wouldn't come running across my kitchen floor. However, I also don't want to see the cute little thing die! Mice really aren't that cute from a distance, or up close for that matter, but, when you're staring one in the face when you know he's about to die, he kind of looks like a little Disney creature that could talk to you. And if he could talk to me, he certainly would be asking me to save his life. Instead, Eric and I watched and caught the tragic event unfold in our neighbors backyard. Scroll down at your own risk! (By the way, Eric took most of these pictures. I started to take a couple and then the mouse ran at me. I screamed, handed Eric the camera and watched.)