I asked her to drop it and her look changed from one of pride to utter disbelief, but drop it she did. It was a small gray mouse, the limbs twitching as its life was ending, hopefully not from illness or a poison, but from the shake I saw Java give earlier. I was surprised (she actually dropped it? What?!) and relieved (I’m so glad she didn’t eat it) and happy (yay, she’s not picking it up again!) and worried (what if the mouse carries a disease?) and honored (it looked like she was bringing her catch to ME) and amazed (here she is with her first catch and she actually cares about what I think) all at once.
And all I had on me was boring old kibble.