We had an old curmudgeon cat named Knucklehead (because when he was young, he purred loudly like a Harley motorcycle engine, so my husband said. That and because he was ... well ... a knucklehead). One day, Knucklehead was laying in the sun watching these two younger cats playing with a mouse. They were pouncing on it and tossing it in the air then letting it loose so they could pounce on it again. (poor thing) This went on for a good five minutes when Knucklehead got up, sauntered over and took it away from them and then proceeded to eat it.
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