At first I was taken aback by the fact that when you hunt down those wee vermin, you inevitably deposit them in our bed at 2 or 3AM, accompanied by noises like “prowt?” or “peh!” On further reflection, however, I’ve decided that this is far better than you just leaving them, dead, wherever you happened to kill them (assuming of course that you don’t always find them in our bed to begin with <shudder>).
Keep up the good work, and Godspeed thou black merchant of death.
We have an outdoor semi-feral cat that we feed and had fixed. She loves to hunt gophers, and then leaves them at the bottom of the stairs. I wish she could understand how much I love that she does this. But she won’t let me come near her.
Bravo, kitty. I’m sorry you’re afraid of me.
Roddy
But oh goddammit, PLEASE be sure next time that it’s truly dead, won’t you? Wow! what a wake-up this morning.
Hah! I think she’s trying to teach you how to hunt - bringing dead prey first, then half-alive… 
What Ferret Herder said.
My cat Storm did this to me repeatedly last. fall. I wish she was still around for the spring invasion; I guess we’ll see if Ginger is up to the task.
LOL!
Oh wait…there might actually be something to that. That said, I refuse to chase them through the house and eat them.
feed the cat less so that it’s hungry.
Gophers weigh about 2 pounds! Is this feral “cat” a mountain lion? :eek:
Well, you know, if you kidnapped me, and had me sterilized against my will (I’m assuming she didn’t get a vote), I’d probably avoid physical contact with you, too.
Wow…that sounded snarkier than intended. It was meant good-naturedly.
Not necessarily. Some are ~5oz, like pocket gophers.
When we were kids, we had a small calico cat named Jo-Jo. She caught mice and, apparently in return for us giving her good things to eat, presented us with mice or birds she had killed.
My older brother, eight years old at the time, chased our Mom out of the house once with a dead mouse (one of Jo-Jo’s kills) wrapped in a newspaper! 
*A note to your cat, the excellent mouser,
You chase vermin around the house, or
You nap, saving yourself for the chase–
They’re fast, but you’re faster, so on goes the race.
And though instinct says you should make a gift,
'Tween humans and cats, there is a real shift;
No mice for Maserschmidt, to the garden they go,
To fertilize flowers, so they continue to grow.*
Beautiful! Spoken like a true SDMB Poet Laureate.
I thank you, young Miss; your title did scan.
As for me–well, I’m just a wordy old man.
But that’s not my best, not in IMHO;
I much prefer Christmas, see what I’ve done, yo:
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=13284634&postcount=107
Well, that’s as may be, though Eliot’s now dead,
So is Donne, so is Marvell; my inspirations have led
Me to think that all poetic rhythm and rhyme,
Is but fleeting; still, if you have the time;
I’ll lighten the mood if your cat gets a mouse,
That’s one less pest in your lov-el-y house.
S.
Cats can hunt surprisingly large prey. My cat in India used to bring in rabbit heads, and occasionally whole rabbits, that were almost as large as she was. There was no dissuading her from leaving the heads under a chair, in front of the door, or, on one memorable occasion, on my bed.
Watership Down meets The Godfather. It was a mess.
Yeah, the cat is typing on a message board somewhere about what a pathetic hunter you are, and that no matter how much she tries, or how easy she makes it, you are just to dumb to get it.
Oh lord, that reminds me - it will be baby rabbit season soon. My older cat taught the younger how to catch them and now he brings them in the house in the middle of the night, alive and unharmed as long as I can catch and put them outside before he plays with them to death.
They keep the garden and house free of rodents but I wouldn’t mind if they would quietly dispose of them outside.
The Least Weasel can take down a rabbit.