Marissa-Cat, whose dealings with a chipmunk I storied here, caught a shrew in the backyard today. By the time I got the camera, she had put the shrew down and started playing with it.
The play session lasted a while, probably too long for the hapless shrew, but too short for Marissa-Cat. Finally, the shrew slid under some empty mulch bags and I took the opportunity to grab Marissa-Cat and bring her inside. It was enough excitement for one morning.
I noticed that the shrew had a slight gash on its back (barely visible underneath the grass blade over its back), but it wasn't bleeding and it was still quite active. Hopefully, it will recover.