This morning our cat delighted us by bringing a live rat into the bedroom. I knew she'd been killing rats because Friday morning I had to clean up some vomit with one intact rat leg, a tail and an unidentified organ in it.
Anywho, so there's the cat with the rat and I'm so blase about these things these days that I didn't immediately interrupt what I was doing (I was on the phone and on a mission). And to be honest, I had no idea what to do with this rat anyway. They freak me out and it's a fair way from my bedroom to the backdoor. And I don't want to have rats in the yard either.
So eventually - still on the phone - I tell my daughter to go get the dog. Wrong, I know, but my previous dog was very skilled at finishing off small animals. Even faster than my wrench on the back of the neck technique. So Banjo walks into the room, finally sees the now already injured rat, has a suspicious look at it from a distance... and just leaves the room and retreats to the backyard!
By the time I finally put the phone down, the cat had helped the poor rat out of its misery...
Banjo will chase anything that moves, but I have seen her meet baby birds and just gently nuzzle them. It is good to know that she isn't inclined to kill. My previous dog definitely was and although it was handy if it was a wild mouse or rat and acceptable if it was a wild rabbit, it was a worry when she chased native wildlife. Or pets!