This story is more hubby's than mine but, whatever.
He got to stay home for the 4th of July. While he was puttering around he heard a squeak from under the dishwasher. He moved everything and discovered a mouse under there. Damn it. Thought we'd destroyed the vermin when we were on our cruise. Came home to dead mouse in the mousetrap. But, I digress.
Today, the mouse decided to hide from him but eventually he flushed it in to the open. Where our nice cat grabbed it and ran into the basement with it. He then watched her toss it around and tease it. It played dead. Luckily, hubby is smarter than a mouse. So, he caught it and drowned it. Better than our cat torturing it to death and leaving entrails everywhere.
He felt bad about killing the mouse but I assured him it was okay. After all, it's not like he bought humane traps and then drowned them. Like my mother used to.