Dreams.

It belonged to some close relatives or acquaintances. Something like, I lived with them for a while. They had a ginger cat that constantly ate rats. It would find a rat and swallow it whole. Just like that, without killing it or chewing. And I caught some rat in the hallway that I liked, and I kept it. But the cat constantly wanted to eat it! It was really brazen. I had to leave and somehow leave the rat in the house so the cat wouldn't swallow it. I put the rat under a box and placed several heavy things on top of it so the cat couldn't get to it. But then I thought, the rat would suffocate there, haha, so I took it out, and the ginger cat – bam – swallowed it. Well, not completely: I grabbed the cat, pressed on it, and started shaking it until it spat it back out. Anyway, I don't remember how I left everything, but I figured something out and left. I come back, and the owner of the house is there. I ask, "Where's my rat?" and she says, "Well, the cat ate it." So I started venting my frustration, telling her how much that rat meant to me, how I loved it, and how this ginger beast ate it.