When I first joined my blended family, we lived in the basement, which had previously had a serious mouse problem. This was largely cleared up through the acquisition of a kitten who quickly became a master mouser. We later moved to another apartment upstairs, where there wasn’t an issue with mice.
Years later, we adopted another two cats, and our now senior cat and the more sociable of the two young cats developed a relationship, perhaps typical of cats, where they weren’t friends, and rarely acknowledged each other’s presence; they merely happened to be in the same general area doing about the same thing. They’d sleep on opposite ends of the couch, or play with the same cat toy, one at a time, and so on. Anyway, one time, the senior cat caught a mouse. To our surprise, she took the live mouse over to the junior (but adult) cat, and dropped it in front of the other cat, and basically, it looked like the older cat was trying to teach the younger how to hunt mice. This was the most directly we’d seen the two of them interact, and it was quite charming.
Of course, this was probably the most horrible experience of the mouse’s life, though the mouse managed to escape.