Mouse Arrest

I first thought it was me The Sphinx was plotting against until I noticed the poor bugger in the foreground. He'd been maimed and could only half-heartedly hobble around, while this post's protagonist took a wicked delight in taunting it in the way only a cat can.

I took a front row seat before allowing nature to take its course. Did the little guy stand a chance against the Egyptian wonder? Me Sphinx not.