My cat just tortured a mouse to death on the back patio.

She knocked it from pillar to post and kept letting it go then catching it again.

Now it's dead she's sitting over it and crying in a distressed way.

Not sure if she's rueful of her actions or sorry her plaything has expired. I'd guess it's the latter.

Nature can be cruel but it's still fascinating.

I'll leave her with it for a while then send it to a watery grave in the London sewage system.