Your experience reminded me of "Tom," the farm cat who lived in the corn silo on my great aunt's farm. He avoided/hated children but tolerated the adults who worked there. Depending on the season, he killed multiple mice a day, ate only their livers (leaving behind a trail of bodies), and used crippled mice to track down the hidden others. Tom was a true professional—and honestly, quite terrifying.

Edit: My aunt "paid" him with leftover spaghetti, ground meat, and eggs, as well as a warm spot by the oven in the winter (if he chose to stay there). He was "semi-feral"—never going near the house during the summer months.

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