Just how much is Mandy enjoying this?

There's a neighbourhood cat that comes to hunt his prey in our garden and the other day from my window I saw him toying with a fieldmouse. The mouse, part-chewed, was trying to get away; the cat would allow it to run a short distance before picking it up again, roughing it up and then putting it down again, allowing it to run a little further. Unhurried, the cat had an air of composure betokening absolute control over his victim. If cats could smile, the resemblance to Lord Mandelson would have been complete.