SO gross

Having an outdoor-only kitty sure is interesting.

Not only does she see me to the top of the walk when I leave every morning, she waits for me there when I arrive home.

That's just one of the sweet benefits of having let her adopt me. Her latest new method of showing her love for me has been the giving of gifts.



This morning when I came out if the house to go to work, it was there: lying by the side of the walkway. A small glob of ... something. I wasn't quite able to identify it. Not until I came in close to see what it was.

It was a small pile of guts.

Yep, viscera. But it bloodless, and there was this other little ... something lying beside the gut-ball. I turned this other little something over with a piece of cardboard, and was immediately able to identify the remains: SQUIRREL.



It was a squirrel foot.

There have been no other portions of the squirrel found upon the premises.

SO gross. Poor squirrel.

Besides the foot (used strictly for identification purposes,) I think Sissy must have decided to bring home the very best parts of the animal for me to eat. The "sweetbreads."

She really does love me.

Do your outdoor kitties show YOU such love?

Sissy's had a good feed of fresh food - and left the guts for you as cats don't eat the guts

I frequently find evidence of mouse murder in the kitchen - sometimes the whole mouse, painstakingly caught and dragged through the catflap, sometimes half a mouse, sometimes the guts and sometimes just a smear of blood on the floor to tell where the deed was done.

To date, I have lost count of the amount of mice and rats caught and deposited in the kitchen.

I have had a live rat dropped at my feet by the late Topsy - huntress supreme. She had the cheek to sit back, look at me smugly as if to say "Now YOU catch it!"

Strangest things I have had brought in as prezzies - one squirrel tail and a newly killed mole.

I have come into my kitchen in the morning to find feathers everywhere but no sign of their owner - already eaten or there was a bald bird hopping around somewhere

It is the joy of being owned by a cat or in our case, cats.

The prezzies are getting less now which is quite sad in a way as many of my cats are getting old and no longer have the impetus to hunt, preferring to stay close to or in the house, on a sunny day, sitting sunning themselves in the garden.

Fortunately, I'm not squeamish and have no problem disposing of the remains.

I have recently been presented with a dead squirrel, minus the tail, several birds and a snake. My kitties may love me a little to much.

I guess I'm not that squeamish either, as I used napkins to pick up the remains so I could throw them away. Also interesting, that it wasn't as gross as perhaps it should have been. Absence of blood, maybe?

Anyhoo, I just keep wondering where the head and the tail are, you know?! Why would she drag home just the guts and only one paw?

Holland's an indoor only cat, and I've never lived in a place with mice, so the best "presents" I get are moths and houseflies. THOSE I can live with.

My sister's dog killed a baby bunny in my mom's back yard the other day. And (warning - graphic story ahead), my brother's dog dragged what my brother thought was half a dead baby deer into the back yard when my brother was living with my parents. He doesn't think she killed the deer, but she ate enough of the carcass to cause her to vomit and diarrhea all over my mom's basement. My brother doesn't really have a queasy stomach, but he said he had to cover his face with a bandanna while he cleaned up the mess and that he nearly puked himself a few times.

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I guess I'm not that squeamish either, as I used napkins to pick up the remains so I could throw them away. Also interesting, that it wasn't as gross as perhaps it should have been. Absence of blood, maybe?

Anyhoo, I just keep wondering where the head and the tail are, you know?! Why would she drag home just the guts and only one paw?

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Mine like to catch them then take them into the comfort of the kitchen to dine

My Brillo left me a dead snake last week---IN MY BED!

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My Brillo left me a dead snake last week---IN MY BED!

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My Brillo left me a dead snake last week---IN MY BED!

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I am thankful, then, that all Baby Bonnie puts in my bed are her toys!

What a fun find that must have been for you!

My cats are indoor only, so they've never brought me any presents, but in a way, I'm kind of glad they don't.

Back when my Grandmother was still alive, she had a cat who used to always bring home a variety of dead things. Since I had never had any cats, I once asked her why Korrinna was always bringing home dead animals. That's when she told me that he was bringing them home as gifts to her, and it was his way of showing her he loved her.

I had a Golden Retriever when I was younger. During the day, no one was home, so he was outside during that time (he had a dog house, food and water always available, of course). When we came home, he was always waiting at the gate with one of his toys in his mouth, wagging his tail, and he was always sooo excited that when he wagged his tail his butt would wiggle too (I always thought it was the cutest thing!). Well,one day, he must have been hunting in the yard and he also must not have been able to find a toy in time, because he was at the fence, tail wagging, with a headless squirrel in his mouth. I put on a pair of gardening gloves to get the poor squirrels body from him. Then, I searched the whole yard for the head. I never found it, so it was pretty obvious what happened to it.

Ever since Ku Ku became strictly indoor only, she stopped doing it as she can not catch anything anymore(besides some bugs but she does not bring any physically abused bugs to me...thank god!) but before she was allowed to roam around outdoor, she used to bring all kinds of little creatures...whether dead or alive.

One time, when I was about to put my gym shoes on, I felt something "rubbery" to my foot. I immediately took the shoe off, shook it, then tried to put it back on. I still felt something so I took it off again, then tried to see what's there. There was this tiny brown lizard, stuck on the inner-sole of my gym shoe! I'm glad I didn't squash this poor lizard that's got stuck in there.

The only thing I remember was that the day before, Ku Ku came back from outside with something in her mouth and dropped it somewhere nearby the door where I usually kept my shoes at. The possibility is, she may have dropped it right into the gym shoe. My friends were all telling me that Ku Ku brought me "a lunch".

Actually, one of my neighbor's cat is constantly leaving a dead bird near my car on a drive-way. From what I heard, this kitty(male) knows that I live with Ku Ku(and I think Ku Ku knows about this boy as well), he even left a couple of "paw prints" on my door. So our guess is, he leaves it by my car as "a gift" for my Ku Ku...

Squishy loves me, he must think I'm "too skinny" (he's a bit "fluffy" LOL), as he is always catching me rabbits! We had a problem with them, until Squishy came along.....

We had farm cats that did things like that. All the strays that showed up were fed with out fail. They would always bring dead mice and rabbits and such to the porch. Good exchange- it was why we liked them around!

One cat, Via, was horrible with rabbits. He had fun catching them. He would chase them around, and bug them just enough to get them going... we normally stopped him though, as that is a bit mean.

We also had a cat, Squishy 2, who was an amazing hunter. He showed up around the same time as Via and Stiffy, who ended up being a girl and had a kitten, and Squishy was amazing with that kitten. He would bring him prey to teach him to hunt. Uno, the kitten, turned into the BEST hunter I have ever seen. He could catch birds out of trees and everything, he rocked.

My two are indoor-only as well, so mostly I just get bugs, like Mistik and Holland. Stink bugs are somewhat common, although most often, I end up having to kill those before the kitties are done playing because the entire house starts to reek. Soph also likes to kill huge flies and leave them in the exact same spot in the middle of the bathroom floor, every time, without fail.

Soph caught a mouse ONCE - it was like a circus. You could definitely tell we'd never had cats before, because we had no clue what to do. She just came waltzing into the middle of my poor grandmother's bedroom floor and dropped it, and started letting it run a bit, then catching it again. She kept sitting down on her haunches and looking up at me as if to proudly say "See what I did Mom?" as the little thing cowered in terror on the floor.

I called my dad to the rescue because I was at a loss - my grandmother, who is nearly 90 and very sensitive, was really upset, and I didn't want it getting loose into her things, either (she was still in the process of moving in at the time, and there was stuff everywhere - so far too many places for a small rodent to hide). I called my dad to the rescue, and long story short, he ended up killing it just in the process of trying to take it away from a very unhappy little Huntress Sophie-Ann. He was trying not to hurt Soph, but she would not let go, and he broke its back. My poor father - 8 years in the Navy, a year in Vietnam, raised by a family of hunters whose pets (even their dogs) lived outside, even in the cold of winter - we've turned him into a total softie, because he was sick over it for days.

Interestingly enough, we have not had a single mouse in the house since that day (and this neighborhood is usually plagued with them at certain times of the year). I think the word got out in the rodent community that setting foot in this house would get you 10 mins of being used as a cat toy, then murdered in the huge hands of the big scary human.

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Interestingly enough, we have not had a single mouse in the house since that day (and this neighborhood is usually plagued with them at certain times of the year). I think the word got out in the rodent community that setting foot in this house would get you 10 mins of being used as a cat toy, then murdered in the huge hands of the big scary human.

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Same thing happened here, too.
I used to hear rattles & all kind of noise that rodent made in the evening.
Ever since Ku Ku caught this tiny mouse in the kitchen,
seemed they disappeared from my home.

Mine bring me moles. I'm happy with any reduction in our mole population, they tear up the yard. I pick them up with the outside litter scoop to toss them since they won't eat the moles.

We haven't had any rabbits or squirrels come around, and they are everywhere. The last squirrel I saw was getting eaten by the various cats on the porch. I let them eat it, if they got sick and puked or had diarrhea they were outside so no clean up. It was pointless trying to get it from them.

Attitude and Nuts got hold of a shrew, and had fun with it until it took off and never came back, free rodent control inside and out is good.

Abby, my Old English Sheepdog met me at the back door when she was 4 months old with a dead rabbit. I got it from her put on latex gloves and tossed it. We found bird wings, frog skins all sorts of things she ate. I watched her jump into the air and catch birds mid-flight. Anything that came into the yard would get chased out and killed if it wasn't fast enough. She was protecting her 'flock' from these 'threats.' She got a stupid cat twice(it got away both times), why it came into the yard a second time KNOWING there was a huge dog there is beyond me. Either Abby paralyzed it or another dog did since it was seen dragging it's back legs around. A Schnauzer(off-leash, Abby was on-leash) charged Abby and my mom when she was at my dad's townhouse in Indy. Abby stood her ground and growled. The woman actually had the nerve to get mad at my mom. My mom finally said Abby was on leash and under her full control, her's wasn't and the dog charged Abby and told her she was lucky the dog stopped because she wasn't about to separate them if they got into it(she wasn't about to get bitten by Abby) and Abby killed rabbits so if the dog had decided to fight Abby would have killed her. Abby loves all dogs and unless seriously challenged and felt like she had to protect us she loved to play. She did have a Yorkie growl at her(it had got out of it's yard, Abby was on-leash in our neighborhood on a walk) but she was old and blind and arthritic, my dad just kicked it in the head with his boot to get it to go away. The owner saw this and all he saw was HUGE dog(she had her winter coat in so she looked even bigger than she really was) and his tiny Yorkie and said that he had no idea what the he** his stupid dog was thinking. The dog never would have got her teeth on Abby, her fur was too thick and if bit she would most likely defend herself and snap the dog in half. He knew if my dad hadn't got the dog to go away his dog would end up dead in a single bite.

Taryn