The kitty decides to go get breakfast on her own. She got it in the cellar (God, I hope that's where it came from!) And she brings it upstairs to show it to me. Kind of a feline "So, there!"
My usual rodent-catching hero is upstairs, asleep.
I get the bathroom garbage can. I catch "breakfast" and quickly cover it up with the closest thing on hand. Any chance of that blissful, lazy moment is gone, because now both kitty and the "breakfast" are sitting there, mocking me. I can't take "it" outside, because when I remove the cover, I am afraid it will jump up and eat my eyebrows off my face, or run up my leg, or be in reality, a rat.
I am going upstairs to join my hero, and see if I can subtly entice him into waking up. For me. 'Cause who wouldn't want to deal with rodents the very first INSTANT their feet hit the floor... (for the one they love?)