I just looked down from my desk and my dog, Morisson, was pushing a very small mouse around on the carpet with his nose. I know that Morisson didn't bring the animal into the abode. Kobain, the cat, did. Kobain was nowhere in sight. I got some grocery bags from the kitchen and I scooped the mouse up. It was still alive, barely. Instead of trashing it, I threw it out onto some grass that resides outside our aparment door. I figured that, in its weakend condition, my cat or some other cat would soon get this mouse. I felt sad for the mouse, somehow, but there was really nothing that I could do. Welcome to the jungle, baby.