Spook used to catch mice, but now she's lazy, old, and over-fed, so she just plays with them and my room-mate and I have to put the mice out of their misery. Once, when my room-mate was in the hospital, the cat got angry with me, apparently assuming that my room-mates absence was my fault, and out of spite killed a mouse and dismembered it, spreading it over five rooms. I didn't know a mouse contained so many parts. But, like I said, she's lazy now, and winter, I caught eleven mice in my bedroom, using every kind of trap I could find. One of them got into my laundry and was washed to death. I wish my cat would present me with dead mice.