I was folding clothes when it happened. The door was open. I was looking at the cat when he just ran out the door. There was a scuffle, I heard the cat's meow and some squeaking. He had the rat by its neck still squeaking. In some way it got away from the cat's bite and ran to my folded clothes. Cat jumped into the clothes and everything was a mess. After a few minutes, it was over. The rat was dead. That's when I realized I was screaming the whole time while standing on a chair.
My bf buried the rat and I was left staring at the cat in a whole new different way. Sometimes I forget that my sweet 2 year old cat is also a predator.