Wow, I have so many of these stories. I've had (and lost
) many cats in my day. We have a great yard and the surrounding area used to be more woodsy.
There was Dove who brought home a dead rabbit to her kittens and the most fierce, Patches, drug the thing up the hill away from her siblings and ate most of it although it was as big as she was. That was funny because Dove didn't chase her and we could all tell she wanted some of that bunny.
Patches herself lived a lot longer than Dove and had kind of the legacy as The Huntress. There really wasn't a day that went by the she didn't bring home something, mice, birds, snakes, rabbits.
Our current pest control unit is Molly. She's trying to outdo ol' Patches, even though most of the fields and woods have houses on them now. I think the rabbits are gone, but she's brought home all the others. She cracks me up because she will meow at the door when she catches something and roll beside her prize to show it off. Or once we come outside she'll pick it up and bring it to us and give a long chirpy meow. It's really a wonder there's anything left in our yard.
The funniest recently, though was when my youngest kittie (called Squirrel because of his bushy tail and the way he hangs on a tree trunk and tilts his head) got a mouse in his possession. I don't know if Molly started if off, but it was injured and making that awful schreeching sound. You have to understand Squirrel is jittery and will take off fleeing for his life into the shed for no apparent reason. So I watched this little scene eagerly. He tapped the mouse, the thing hissed and threatened. He tried to swat it and the mouse tried to bite. Squirrel did a graceless side flip, landed on his back and ran in place for a minute then bolted for the shed. It was funny, but poor Molly was ashamed and I just patted her in sympathy.