Rick ....
I once had a cat named Toby when I lived down south. I called him a "roof cat" because he would go out the balcony door upstairs and over the roofs of the condos to go out hunting.
One time, he came down the stairs and dropped a mouse in front of Gabby, my retired Siamese cat. She instinctively made a grab for the mouse and then stood there looking at me with a mouse tail sticking out of her mouth. Toby was eyeing that mouse tail going back and forth, too. I finally picked Gabby up ... mouse tail and all .... and took her outside and kind of shook her so that she would get mad at me a yell, thus opening her mouth. She was totally insulted by being shaken and opened her mouth to tell me all about it. The mouse fell out of her mouth and took off at a run only to be captured by Toby because it was his mouse.
I do think cats are forgiving. Scamp gets seizures after his rabies shots, and I'll hold him until it has past and then take him to his insulated house in the woodshed that I made for him to let him sleep it off. He's always purring before we get to the woodshed.
Smiles,
Lyn
