What a funny little girl to carry them in her mouth and hide them under your pillow rather than just eat them.
When you found them and told her about it, did you give them to her to eat?
It was dead when I found it on the back porch. I don’t know if the cat had killed it or just found it dead. Going by the size, it wasn’t full grown, as it was only slightly bigger than she was, and she was just a normal sized cat.
Remind me never to mess with your cat in any event!
We’ve gotten:
Birds
Baby rabbits
Bats
Two halves of a skink (ew).
But not because he wanted to give them to us. We take them because we don’t want him eating 'em (we have a greyhound so he pretty much picks up whatever he finds or whatever he can catch. Sometimes he wants to keep these things).
What’s particularly funny about it is that they are pretty large treats (like I said, they are extra special for when she is extra good), so she definitely would have had to carry them one at a time to my bed to hide.
And of course I shared my presents with her. She had to do some sits and roll overs for them, though :).
To repair it, of course! How is she supposed to play “Kitten On The Keys” if the keys aren’t working properly?
::jealous:: MY cats never do any housework at all. Well, my daughter’s cat once found the hamster running around loose, so he picked up the hamster and deposited it on my daughter’s face. My daughter HAD been sleeping quite peacefully, but she says that there’s nothing quite like waking up with a rodent scampering around one’s face to give one a shock. Normally she quite liked that hamster. However, she drew the line at letting it on her face.
Another one of our cats used to bring home various prey, sometimes dead, usually alive. Fluffy (my daughter named this cat when the cat was a tiny kitten and my daughter was a preschooler) was quite an accomplished hunter, but either she didn’t like to kill, or didn’t know how to. She’d bring in birds, snakes, lizards, insects, and once, a live baby rabbit. Fluffy liked to talk to any spiders that were on the wall…and we had a black mark on the wall that she’d chatter to, as well. Fluffy wasn’t very bright, but she DID keep the mouse population in control.
From the dog: Deer parts, geese, salmon, seagulls, petunias.
It was trying to start its own biosphere.
Whitey the Wonder Cat once brought in a live squirrel and set it free. Cue entire household, plus squirrel and cat, making high-pitched noises and running in circles until the squirrel found the door again.
Another cat brought in a live cicada at midnight…damn those things are loud!
The same cat brought in an object that it took me a long time to identify as a bunny face.
All from Hai;
2 live chipmunks
1 live sparrow
1 live robin fledgling
1 very ugly and live cicada
a few other dead sparrows
many dead shrews
Trouble, one of our furballs, once brought a baby bunny home. Alive. He brought it in the house unseen, dropped it in his food dish, and sprawled out on the kitchen floor to take a bath. We only figured it out because I could see both cats, but something was stirring around in the kibble in the food dish. We released it unharmed.
He also brought home a live chipmunk, and got in the house with it before he released it. We had some anxious moment before we got it back outside. Imagine my wife, me, and 2 cats, all trying to catch up with or herd that little rodent. Poor little thing must have had a hell of a story once he got back to the burrow.
He also came home once with just one rear leg of an adult rabbit. He was very proud of it, and trotted down the driveway, while a piece of hide trailed behind. It ruined the proud hunter effect when he stepped on the hide, though, and went ass over kibble because of it.
One of the current herd brought in a mouse or mole or some such. It crawled under my wife’s china cabinet (loaded full of antique china) and promptly died. This was the 2-piece style of cabinet, and we had to unload everything to move it and get that mouse.
I catched you a bunny…
but it got broken. 
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When I was about 10 years old-this would have made it about 1970 or so, I had a Great Dane mix I called Pepper. He was in truth a stray that just hung around, but we fed him & gave him a place to sleep. He was my buddy.
I wanted a leather fringed vest in the worst kind of way, but my parents refused to buy one for me no matter how I begged. I gave up.
One morning, I went out on the front porch to feed Pepper. He came to me, wagging and smiling… with a fringed leather vest in his mouth. And it fit me.
I wore it for the next couple years. Never did find out where it came from.
One of my Portuguese Water Dogs, Guinness, once bought in a baby bunny. Unharmed. He came in with what looked like a small stuffed toy in his mouth, ran into the family room, gently set his new friend down, and started licking it. The poor thing started squeaking and hopped away from this gentle beast. I caught it, and released it in the back yard, hoping for the best.
Our late Golden Retriever brought home a Nerf football. In his stomach. Intact. How it got there, I’ll never know, but it took a barium test and a long costly surgery to remove it (after which he lived many more happy dopey years).
Each of my cats brought me one thing, usually.
To the OP: all you do is praise the cat, and say, “OK, you can have it now!” then the cat will usually continue eating it.
Well, the rat is now resting in its final home in the Pet Sematary. I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of his relatives in the coming days ahead.
I think you will needscoffee. My childhood cat left the back end of a rat outside my bedroom door on several occasions. Memorably I was once treated to the back end of a rat laid lovingly on my pillow after I’d left the door open. I never got a whole one. I can only surmise he’d saved the best bit for me. Other gifts were delivered whole.
Once, when I lived in NYC, I was putting my shoes on, and there was something preventing one of my feet from reaching the toe of the shoe. I shook it out, and it was a tiny near-dead mouse. One of my cats was a Maine Coon, which are very good mousers. From that first mouse, he left one in my shoes an average of every 2-3 days . . . until I discovered a small gap behind a radiator and patched it up.
To this day, I never put shoes on without shaking them out first.