The mouse at the feet reminded me of a story.

Years ago I lived in a duplex with the late, great Spike Kitty. One morning it was pouring rain and I was dressing for the office. Spike was looking out the bedroom window and making noises. I checked and there was a kitty outside on the sill.

Later, as I pulled out of the drive, I looked over to see if the cat was still there. He wasn't, but he had gifted Spike with a great, big, dead rat. Laying there on the sill. Apparently he thought Spike was deprived in that giant box with a window.

Fortunately, my landlord lived next door, so I called him and asked him if he would mind getting the big rat down after it quit raining.