I got 2 mice instead of a TV for Tae, because a good slave should entertain their cat. Tae approved “the TV.” She spent hours sitting and staring at the cage in which the mice were hustling. Sometimes, she gently touched them with her paw, without showing her claws. The mice ran in the wheel, carried food, and enjoyed their life. Over time, their population has grown to 20 mice.

Once, I was cleaning the cage and dropped the tray. Mice went everywhere! The apartment is large, there are plenty of cracks and wardrobes, and there are 2 other hunters in the house — a toy terrier and another cat, Tikhon. I accepted the situation, thinking that I would never see these mice alive ever again. It was quiet for 3 days until one night, I heard “meow” uttered in a strange voice. Tae was sitting in the middle of the room with a mouse in her mouth.

I yelled, “Spit it out!”

Tae spat the mice out. A completely intact mouse disappeared into the night.

The next deep-chested “meow” woke me up 2 hours later. I got the vase. Tae spat a slobbery mouse into it and made sure I put it back in the cage. On the second day, I put a deep bowl near my bed.

— Meow! — It’s time to take the bowl and carry the mouse.

— Meow!

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