So, the dark chocolate did the trick; without going into the gruesome details, it appeared that the trap functioned as humanely as possible.
The cat watched with feigned disinterest as I removed the carcass. She was strangely silent when I confronted her with this query:
I’m the person and you’re the cat, yet I’m the one who caught the mouse. What the Hell am I paying you for?
I bet she’d catch a mouse if it was running around carrying a damned ink pen! Of course, she’d probably just take his pen away and send him on his way.
The bad thing is, I don’t know if Mr. Mouse was here alone doing reconaissance or if he was just a part of a larger invasion force. Naturally, the cat has nothing to say about that either… damned worthless animal!