So you would judge an animal on its natural instincts. [Mogget doesn't sound irritated anymore. Bored would probably be a better word for it.]

An ad hominem argument at best. Disappointing.

[Now assured that he will not get another bowl dropped on him (though still wary despite his relaxed demeanour), Mogget daintily cleans one paw. How he personally chooses to treat birds and mice is... well, that's his own business.]

You can deliver your apology whenever you're ready to. I can wait.