Years ago when I had only 4 cats (Peeka, Boo, Pidge and Puddy), I heard paws scuffling in the middle of the night. I thought they were just playing but it went on for a little too long and I became irritated and got up to investigate. They had a poor baby mouse encircled (that's how they got the name of Fur Posse) and were batting it back and forth. They had no intention of killing it; they just wanted to play w/it. I picked the mouse up but he wriggled out of my hand, Boo snatched him and had the entire mouse in his mouth except for the tail. I cornered Boo in my bathroom, got the mouse out of his mouth and took it outside and held him for a few seconds. The poor thing was breathing so heavily. I gently placed him in the yard and he was too scared to run! So I can only imagine what my Fur Posse would do now if they saw a mouse in a ball. It would be real chaos around here.