our cats. The mouse was still alive - actually seemed to be pretty good shape; Ricky has the soft mouth of a Labrador retriever - but was surrounded by three cats. Ricky just lay on the grass with the mouse off to the left of his right paw; Tigger, a skinny tabby sat behind the mouse; Pete, a long-haired black cat sat a few feet away; and Blue, our old part-Siamese kept circling the whole group.
So, I decided to rescue the mouse. This was not an Androcles and the lion moment. When the mouse's head was turned away from me, I reached down for it and, with remarkable speed, it turned and bit me. I flung the mouse off and went into the house to clean
the wound (antiseptic soap, antiseptic gel, antibiotic ointment) and check mouse bites on the Internet; not a problem as long as it's kept clean.
And, as I looked out the window there was only one cat on the lawn under the trees. Blue. And he was chewing. Good for him.