Unhappy cat

Our cat appears to be a taxi driver to the local vermin, where he'll transport them from further afield and deposit them in our house. Sometimes whole, sometimes in bit, but usually maimed. 

Today was just another day in the Cat-[vermin]-taxi game with us catching the cat in our kitchen, mouth full of something. Somehow, we managed to coax him back outside where he deposited his passenger into the grass and sat next to the thing. Two of them, peas in a pod, till I grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck to bring him in.

I did try to liberate the mouse to another place outside our garden, but they appeared to have other plans and disappeared from sight.
The cat did get released back out, where he plonked himself in a spot near to his recently dumped passenger. Hopeful of their return, probably.