My dog just came in with a bird.
Has also has brought in a baby mole.
We had a cat bring in a baby rattlesnake, and scorpion.
How about you guys?
Baby rabbits, a dead bat and half a lizard.
Half a fish - from our Koi pond - proudly deposited into my hand. A mole. Several mice.
I was very distressed when my cat found a nest of baby rabbits and started stacking them like cordwood in front of the sliding glass door.
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My cats have brought me mice, a chipmunk (still alive, bad story), several birds, and a garter snake. Often proudly displayed on my bedroom slippers after a nocturnal hunt.
My setters have twice brought me ducks (scared motionless, but very much alive) when I used to take them on rambles along the river.
He never made it into the house, but my last kitty that went outdoors used to bring me rats he left on the porch. Uh, thanks…
One of my late kitties used to leave semi-alive mice in my shoes. The first time, before I learned to check the shoe first, I felt something strange in there. :eek:
I had a cat long ago that would somehow befriend rats. She would play with them for days and then end up killing them.
A lot of lizard tails. The lizards themselves always seem to get away. And mice, naturally. No birds yet, which I’m thankful for. If she’s not getting them now, she probably never will. Research seems to show that to be a good birder you really need to be taught young by a good birder.
Baby rattler, birds, mice, geckos and recently 2 ground squirrels.
My big orange came in proudly carrying a mouse, half alive, when he (cat, not mouse) noticed that I’d filled his food dish. Stopped, dropped mouse and went to his dish to nosh. Mouse ran into living room and of course, under the couch.
One Saturday our bad dog (Loki) brought home a fawn’s front leg. The next day she brought home the other front leg. She got a bath both days and I gave each limb a Christian burial.
I got a leg once too. A full sized deer. But just the lower part. Should mention that the doggie door is in our bedroom. At least our dear dog didn’t bring it up on our bed.
Once, our dog dragged a deer head into the yard. My Wife put it in the trash (I would have disposed of it otherwise, we have plenty of land/forest.
My Wife didn’t tell me about the deer head in the top of the trash can.
Damn near had a heart attack when I opened the lid to throw something away.:eek::eek::eek:
the cat I grew up with was a mighty hunter and was frequently seen with prey she had killed. my Mom read that cats will bring their people dead animals as a present and that it means “I love you”.
she finally managed to sneak in something Mom said was a vole - but only because she wanted to eat it out of her dish. :dubious:
Years back, my big Maine Coon brought me a dead rat. It was the wee hours, so I just threw it way out into the yard.
Big mistake.
When I got up, there was *half *a dead rat on the floor instead.
Doggies:
Dead lizard
Two halfway dead birdies (I had to humanely dispatch, shudder)
Two live squirrels
A length of black tubing that almost gave me a heart attack (thought it was a snake!)
An ice hockey puck – not animate, of course, but where in Hell did they find that in the backyard??
Cats:
Dead lizard
Pre-dead sparrow
Dogs: an entire deer head complete with antlers. A live chicken (at that point the chicken thought it was dead, but later changed its mind). Road frisbee ground squirrel. These are just things they smuggled into the house, not things they caught and ate, or carrion they found and ate in the the woods. Last week they were snacking on brush rabbits . . . soon it will be wild turkey poults, they always get a few.
Cat: many, many, many things. She used to eat a mouse in the bathtub every night, leaving a little pile of offal and the head and tail. I guess she thought they were too crunchy. I had a corgi at the time who every morning would hop into the bathtub and clean up whatever the cat left. Very tidy.
Possum. We thought it was dead at first.
I am relieved to read this. None of my other rescues ever disemboweled and ate their catches, but my new little black devil does, and I free feed so I didn’t think she could be hungry.
The Killer Elite drag more carnage to the back door than a Tarantino film. Mostly field mice, pack rats, rabbit bits and lizards.
Last week, that bastard Ted threw up a half digested ground squirrel in the back of the Jeep. Real horror show. It was still mostly intact, but skinned. So, the body was one nasty spot, and the skin/fur was another.
Yuck!
Mice, birds, rabbits, moles, dead bat, dead snake. Only the dead snake was the dog’s. I thought it was a stick until we got home. Ew!
Once long ago I woke up to the sound of my two cats chasing two birds around my kitchen. I didn’t have a screen on the kitchen window and it was summertime, so I don’t know if the birds misguidedly flew into the place, or if the cats went out and got them and brought them home to play with. Hell of a way to wake up. Usually, with those two cats, if I woke up to find critters, the critters were already dead and presented as some kind of offering. Oh boy, three dead mice lined up next to my bed…