Last night - good cat or bad cat?
DD1 and I were in the living room doing our own things. Her cat came through the room running kinda hinky. He ran back and she noticed he had a mouse. Of course she started screaming at him to drop it, went through the lower part of the house trying to figure out where he went. The stairs are open underneath with an opening on both the mudroom side and the kitchen side. She saw him in there and crawled in. Note she is
still SCREAMING for him to drop it. I was on the mudroom side of the stairs so he was kinda trapped. He did drop it. She screamed for DW to come help. Well no go:
1) DW was on the toilet
2) DD1 is likely the only human in the family who could get under the stairs with ANY ease. That is what she gets for being 100# and 5'2"
She wanted something to pick it up with other than a piece of ribbon she found under there
I got her a couple of paper towels. I asked if it was still alive, she didn't know, thought maybe it was in shock. She handed out to me, I tossed it out the porch door. Looked pretty dead.
So she gets over it, right? Um, no. Then she started the 3rd degree with the cat repeatedly and angrily asking him where he found it. "WHERE did you find the mouse!!" "SHOW ME WHERE YOU FOUND THE MOUSE"
Right, like he understands one syllable of what she was saying.
The good thing about this is that the cat didn't have a chance to crunch on the mouse, eat part of it and then barf it up somewhere for us to find in the morning.
I gave the cat lots of scrubs and praise after DD went to bed
... 
I'm actually a bit surprised that you didn't mention her getting angry at you for "throwing" the mouse out the back door, vice giving mouth to mouth and CPR and ensuring viability before GENTLY releasing in an appropriate "mouse friendly" area outside... or better yet, inside, where it could stay warm and dry... 
How can she be so decidedly opposite you in so many ways? 
