Gus loves to torment these little thingies

Every time Gus comes to visit, he gets at least 2 mice out of the cellar, brings them upstairs to show us. This one was unhurt, just very scared. Look at the poor mousie's eyes. Gus chased him all over the kitchen, and i was trying to take pictures.
The mouse played possum so well that Gus looked at the camera for a moment, and the mouse ran under the dishwasher.
But the next morning at 0430, we awoke to the usual MEOW, but a bit extra loud, and right beside his dish upstairs on the 3rd floor, was the mouse, quite dead.
What a grandcat Gus is.