I brought home a new furbaby today, a dumbo rat I named Princess.
So far ChubCub, our elderly, arthritic cat hasn't shown any interest at all. We think her hearing and vision is fading, and this pretty much proves it (or maybe she lived with caged rodents in her previous home).
That, or she figures there's no use getting excited over prey she has no chance of catching. She can't get up on the couch anymore, let alone scale three tiers of storage shelves. Not that she's ever had much of a prey drive. She cries like she's dying of fright when she sees a spider until hubby comes and kills it for her.
Once hubby brought a still-living bass home from a fishing trip in a bucket of lake water. Chub took one look and began hissing up a storm, and wouldn't turn her back on the bucket until the fish was dispatched.