Just as I'd resigned myself to the fact that I got a cat that doesn't catch mice, I made a discovery.
I was wallowing on the couch in my congestion when I noticed that my cat was making a bit of commotion while playing. I assumed that he was just playing with Halloween spider rings, which I've been letting him enjoy all week. But then I noticed that his playing was accompanied by loud thuds. I took a better look at him and saw that he was playing with a mousie toy. I stopped. The mousie toy dropped to the floor. The cat looked at me. He looked down at the mousie toy, picked it up, and then dropped it down again. It made a loud thud. That's when I realized that he was not playing with a toy. HE WAS PLAYING WITH A DEAD MOUSE.
For a moment, I was relieved that he caught a mouse and that it was no longer scurrying around my kitchen. I was excited that I didn't have a cat that was scared of mice! That excitement quickly turned to disgust as he picked it up again and threw it right into my entertainment unit - that's when I realized that I would need to confiscate, handle (EEEWWWW) and discard the dead mouse.
I had to wait for my cat to slap the mouse back onto the floor (CATS ARE GRODY!) before I could finally grab the unfortunate mouse and remove him from the premises.
The joys of being a cat owner.