Once she dropped the rabbit, it just sat there looking at me like "Help!" He was too big for my mouse catchin' box (more on that later) so I picked him up by his fuzzy little scruff and found a shoebox for him so I could transport him into the field across the street. By the time we were halfway across the field, bunny was hopping around in the box like normal, so he was fine. I let him go and he probably promptly came back to eat some more stuff out of our garden. When I came back inside sans rabbit, Monet meeped at me like "Moooommmm, you took my toy away!" Monet never outright kills anything she catches, she just plays with it and loves on it for hours until the poor things either find their way to us or drop dead of sheer exhaustion. This is where the mouse catchin' box comes in. I have empty tissue boxes stashed in strategic places around the house for when Monet is torturing a mouse (and occasionally, a chipmunk). All we have to do is put the box down near the poor critter in question, and they are so happy to have a place to hide that they dash right inside. We just have to put our hand over the hole, and take the thing out to the field for a new lease on life. I do wonder how many times I've caught the same mouse, on occasion, but there's just no way to tell.
Little guy was smaller than one of Milo's shoes!
Lookit those teeny ears!
