My cat is indoor only, but God help me if she ever catches a bug or something. Does sheleave it in the floor, or on the table, or on the bed? No! My crazy cat leaves these charming gifts. . . in my SHOE!
Ugh.
There’s a stray cat that I think the neighbors feed from time to time. She has started bringing us mice every few days. Usually they wind up near my door. That’s fun to keep an eye out for when you are walking along a dark walkway coming home from work in the middle of the night. But at least whole mice are neater than the inards of I-don’t-know-what she left out there for us the other day. No bones or any recognizable body parts, just viscera. Ick.
Eewww! My cats do that, too, with the crickets that they kill and dismember in the basement.
They bring them up and deposit them in our shoes.
The legs get left all over the place, but the legless corpses get left in our shoes. WTF?
In our house, you DUMP first, and then put on your shoes.
And my 1-year-old cat, Jack, likes to hide those furry toy mice and the jingle balls in shoes, too. He’s a bit odd.
I remember when we moved out to the country from the suburbs. Our cat proudly brought up a freshly killed mouse up to the front door-which my mom promptly slammed in his face (She’s afraid of rodents) Our cat was deeply offended, which he expressed by butchering the carcass on the doormat and tenderizing the meat against the door frame (“Thump!..thump!..thump!” all afternoon long). When he was finished, the mouse’s body looked like it had commited suicide by swallowing a grenade.
Then another time, during a minor rat infestation, our dogs were having a good time smiting rats who had ventured out into the house while we humans were sleeping. So occasionally we’d find a corpse or two laying on the kitchen floor when we got up in the morning. Except for the last time they killed something, when all we found was…wait for it…
The skin. No blood, no bones, nothing. Just a clean little rat pelt laying next to the fireplace. It looked a little like a tiny bear skin rug. Later that afternoon, we found the tail. On the other side of the house.
I’ll just say this: Thank GOD for hardwood floors.
Ranchoth
Adds a whole new meaning to ripping something a new asshole! :eek:
My sister’s cat dropped the front half of a mole on our carpet once. Lovely, thanks.
I also once came across the same cat outside, just as he grabbed a bird, apparently already dead (I hope so, for its sake) into his mouth and proceeded to chew on the bird, bones and all, before swallowing the whole thing. The bones made a very loud, very disgusting crunching noise as they snapped.
Cat: crunch, crunch, swallow
Me: :eek:
I love cats, but… eeeeww…
My cat seems to prefer lizards as a “gift”. I find one at the back door every other day. Sometimes a small bird or a mouse, but mostly lizards. Ick.
What I don’t get is how he is able to catch anything, he’s snow-white with some light gray on his back and tail. He stands out like a sore thumb against the grass in the yard. Maybe he’s weeding out the vision-impaired among the lizard and bird population?
[off topic] He used to stalk the squirrels that came to the feeder, until one time when he got too close and one chased him around the yard. That was funny…knocked his little ego back a notch or two. You should have seen the expression on his face when that squirrel turned around and ran at him chattering and squeaking. Priceless. He gives them a wide berth, now.
One day I was working at my computer when I felt some movement by my feet. “That’s just Frank,” I thought, but I was interrupted by the loud FLAPFLAPFLAPFLAP of a fully grown pigeon trying to avoid being Frank’s latest gift. I managed to encourage Frank to drag the pigeon out the back door and what he did with it, I do not care to contemplate.
BooBoo316: I have a snow-white cat as well, and he’s an effective hunter. He brings down moles and birds and that with no problem. In fact, the only prey he can’t manage is me.
Now, the cat does not hide well, being snow-white, and my 5’11" height makes it easy for me to see him crouching down, stroking the ground and looking at me (or, rather, my legs). He is preparing for the strike: When I pass by him, he leaps out of the crouch and comes at me. He misses, and ends up on two legs, his front half being completely off the ground after another failed attempt to bring down the Giant Food-Beast What Walks Slowly And Is Unwary. He’s none too agile on two legs, so he appears about ready to topple over, which he does after a few steps, always with that ‘I meant to do that. Can you not recognize dance, you insensitive clod?’ look on his white-with-dabs-of-light-orange face.
Seeing a cat walk in front of me like something out of Night of the Living Dead is something I have always enjoyed. 
(One wonders if rational felines exist. One doubts it.)
LOL. Cool trick. My cat loves to hide under the bed and attack your feet when you walk by. No claws or teeth, but it still scares the crap out of you. Usually goes something like this:
Me: “Honey, get the clothes out of the dryer and I’ll help fold them.”
Wife: “Ok, I’ll be in the bedroom.”
Me: “I wonder where the cat is…did I let him out already?”
Wife (from bedroom): “Aaahhhh! Damn cat!”
Me: “Oh.” (goes to help gather clothes that were thrown all over the room)
One is most probably correct.
My mom’s cat once brought in a live chipmunk. It was somewhat beat up, but still alive. I don’t remember what happened next; I think the cat probably took it back outside. On at least one other occasion she brought in a DEAD chipmunk, and that made Mom sort of mad, because chipmunks are cute. Still, cats will be cats.
My indoor cat will chase down and eat the occasional huge outdoor roach that wanders in, but I don’t think he’d know what to do with a mammal or bird. Thank God.
I think it’s cool that an animal thinks so highly of it’s owner that it will kill for him/her to earn approval.
We have an indoor cat though, and she is terrified of my sister’s gerbils. She won’t do anything besides swat at flies or ants.
This just possibly might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. sniff
I had a cat named Antoine who loved to watch our pet rats (when we had rats). When we had a litter of little baby rats, he was especially attentive. He would sit and watch them for hours. They were still pink and had their eyes closed…
One day I heard Antoine’s “tattle” meow (he was always the one to let us know that another cat had done something wrong, like pulling the screen out and escaping [our cats are all indoor]) coming from the room with the rats. I went in to investigate and I saw something horrible.
Antoine was sitting above a little pink thing on the carpet. Oh god, I thought, he’s killed one of the babies! He sniffed it and meowed again. I went over, not really looking forward to cleaning up dead baby…
…but it wasn’t dead. Not even hurt. It had apparently fallen out of the cage and Antoine was very upset about it! I put it back in with its mom and Antoine took up his spot next to the cage and went back to watching ‘his’ rats. He used to put his nose right up to the wires of the cage, and the rats would come over and they’d touch noses, sniffing each other. He never once batted at the cage. I think he loved them.
Another cat of mine, Kaia, is the sort who would take down mailmen and chase cars were she allowed outside. Were she not an indoor cat, our house would be buried under a mountain of dead mice, birds, deer, etc. I recall once seeing her peering into the rat cage. It made us nervous until we realized that the focus of her intense gaze was not the rat, which was moving around. No, her gaze was fixed on the Dorito that we’d put in the cage as a special treat.
I once had a cat who loved to play with moths. He would go out and get one and bring it back in, still alive. He would then release it so he could chase it around the house.
The coolest thing about him was, you could actually use him as a hand-held moth catcher. If a moth got in and was flapping around the light, you could pick him up by his middle and point him at the moth, and he would grab it. I’ve never known a cat so trusting and comfortable with his person that he would do that.
Another time, different cat…this HUGE hornet buzzed in the open balcony door, flew across the room and landed on the front door, about a foot above the floor. Not even a full second after he landed, my cat zipped across the room and ATE it. Like this…
BUZZZ…ZOOM…CRUNCH!
It must not have tasted that good, though. She got the strangest expression…
Fortunately, my feline friends have never brought me any higher life forms.
I had a cat that liked to be held up to catch bugs on the walls/ceilings. It’s hilarious 
Our cat used to love hunting moths. Don’t know why he lost the taste.
Our first indication of how much he’d like it came when we were visiting my parents and had brought him along. We saw him in front of the sliding glass door, watching a moth fluttering against it from outside; he followed it back and forth and sometimes stretched up against the glass, trying to catch it.
So I opened the door, went outside, caught the moth, came back in, said “Tybalt!” to get his attention (yes, he responds to his name), and let it go.
And flinched backward when he suddenly appeared at the height of my chest, having leaped straight up, and snatched the moth out of the air in one swipe.
Crunch, crunch, crunch. Lick whiskers. Look up at Daddy: “More?”
We went “hunting” pretty frequently after that, but he’s gotten considerably more sedate as he’s aged.
I didn’t know there were pheasants in the woods by my parents’ house until Momma Cat left a dead one on the doorstep. First and only one I’ve ever seen up close, too! Not mangled or anything, just neatly killed and waiting, I can only assume, for an honorable presentation at dinner. Momma Cat was very proud of herself.
More recently (I didn’t see this, but sure wish I had!), one of the cats tried to take down a deer. My brother told me that Guinevere, a snow-white doll of a cat who loves her people but will not tolerate dissension from her feline subjects, got up on her hind legs and was batting and hissing at Ms. Deer, who had wandered in from the woods.
Mr. Deer soon followed, prodded Ms. Deer into returning to the woods, and lowered his antlers at Guinevere-- who was not in the least impressed. At this point my brother stepped outside and yelled at Mr. Deer, quite possible saving Gwennie’s cantankerous little ass.
Add me to the list of people who’s cats bring them leaves. It seems to be a stage they go through at 1-2 years old, hunting and stalking plant life.
I think I’ve posted this before but one of my cats has developed a disturbing habit of bringing dead rodents home when we have guests - she see’s them bringing a plate of food and figures she’d best join in I suppose.
My cat has only offered gift once.
It bought a still-live mouse - it was even CONSCIOUS!
Mum saw it and flat-out refused to open the door.
Now, my cat is a whiner. Big time. So it protested its refused entry by MEOWING loudly…
Which is rather hard to do with a live mouse in your mouth.
So it dumps the mouse and MEOWS again…
only to have the mouse run away
This cured her instincts FOREVER!