To think my cat is trying to tell me something?

[CrazyCatLady13]

I have four cats. The most recent arrival, Rolo, was a stray who found his way through the catflap about a year ago and never left.

For the past few weeks, Rolo has been leaving me severed animal heads around the house. Sometimes he's obviously bought them in and played with them as well while I've been at work.

I've been trying to think of a reason why he's just leaving the heads - I've had lots of cats but never had one that just left heads! I had one who ate her prey whole right in front of me, and another who just left the gall bladder, but this is new to me.

I've come up with the following reasons:

1. He's reliving a past life as a axe murderer or guillotine operator.
2. He just likes collecting severed heads.
3. He's watched The Godfather too many times (thankfully none of the heads have been in our bed so far!)

Does anyone have any other ideas about what he's trying to tell me? Maybe when I get the message he'll stop!

Mine never bring me a anything :( although I like to think the ex rodents I find on the patio are left for me. I'm pretty sure it's just the cats saving them for later though.

saucyjack pissing myself at IS cat. Are you Frankie Boyle?!

Well, it's obvious:
If you hang up your Christmas stocking, he'll pop all the heads in there for you.
No more boring "same old, same old" to open on Christmas morning.
You should get him a catnip stocking in return.

What a lovely boy! Today one of my darling's left me a pile of vomit next to my bed, which I promptly slept in upon arising..

I get the bums. Together we have whole animals!

I'm hiding back in bed. Went downstairs to feed my boys and found 3 stinky poo litter trays and a pile of vomit. I'm pretending it didn't happen

Maybe if we get all our part leaving cats together, they'd have enough for a Frankenstein experiment?

OriginalGreenGiant - they're supposed to leave the gall bladders because they taste so bitter.

Oddly, I've never seen any remains in vomit, wonder why?

They are all different. One of mine only gave me "gifts" when I was pregnant. Maybe she thought I needed the nutrients?

reuben seems not to like mouse feet very much, but must sometimes eat them....he tends to revel in the crunch of the rest of the mouse though.

my first cats were really accomplished hunters and they would just leave mouse giblets

I was clearing out the spare bedroom and on top of the spare quilt, (kept on top of the wardrobe) where 2 of the cats used to sleep, I found a pile of dried vomit complete with a skeleton of half a mouse/vole or some such. Luckily it had a cover on it, cover went straight in the bin!!

I actually prefer the dried mummified vomit remains, to the newly eaten freshly chucked up, slime that one was a mouse...disgusting!!!!

I trod barefoot on the decapitated head of a blackbird once. Its beak was open in a silent scream.

Aw bless. Likes but is unable to catch butterflies. wolfie's cat is a sensitive soul.

My cat likes to catch birds, kill them, drag them through two cat flaps and then drop them in the toilet! Shes obsessed with the toilet though so I think its because she wants us to flush them away so she can watch them disappear, but I dont think flushing blackbirds down the toilet is good for the drains. So we have to fish a soggy bird out of the toilet to disdispose of it

My neighbour's son worked in a small furniture-making unit not far from our last house. He and his mates used to sit outside for their break and watch our two blue-point Siamese hunting big rats that lived in the woodpiles. He swears that when they caught one, they each took an end and ran off with it like two men with a stretcher. I reckon it's true, as more than once I've sat in the kitchen and watched them post a rat (now dead) through the cat flap, one outside pushing and the other inside pulling. They even did this with a whole pheasant. Feathers everywhere.

My other neighbour saw three of them sitting around her raised tub on her patio. She went to investigate, and they were poking a huge grass snake coiled up under the pot. It was hissing like anything!

Ours like to play Corpse Hide and Seek.

They thoughtfully leave the bits of dead rodents in odd places, where we can find them unexpectedly. Like under the dining table, ready for when we have guests for dinner, so that guests can also have the fun of saying "Ooh! what's that? Is it... Oh bleugh. Bits of dead mouse. Um, I don't fancy that goulash now, thanks..."

Bless 'em. They obviously think our lives are too dull and are trying to liven them up for us.

Or that actually we need to hone our own hunting skills.

I don't have a cat flap. Used to leave the kitchen window open until my lovely one year old kitty (only in house) caught and brought me her first bird. That she dragged in through said window. I started letting her in and out through back door after that so I could check if she had anything. She tried to bring a dead mouse in one day, and had tried with a few worms (chased her away and she came back later without). Was thinking about a catflap, but not after reading this lol, my stomach couldn't cope! Plus ds sometimes gets up before us, and think the sight of bits of dead animals might traumatise him...

wickedlazy, you may be right. Our cat flap goes like a fair with all the strays in the village helping themselves to any leftover food in the kitchen. We shut it at night as the cat fighting noises were deafening. And after a visit from an Invader, ours do massive wees everywhere to mark their territory. They even weed in the electric sockets. Sparks were flying out. Luckily the trip-switch cut off the power. We now have sheets of plastic over each socket. Sigh....

Mine eats the heads and leaves the bodies - quite startling stepping on a decapitated mouse first thing...

Apparently mouse brains are full of taurine, so I can see why he eats the heads. No idea why some here are eating bodies and leaving heads!

We used to give my blackbird-decapitating cat a few fresh sprats from the fishmonger sometimes.

He went crazy. Threw them around the room, stalked them, pounced on them. At the end he would eat them from the tail up, but always leave the heads, still slightly gleaming, with their one upturned eye looking at you reproachfully.

That's if we could find them quickly. I know my dad always wanted to ask my mum why she let her darling cat play with food after he'd fished yet another decaying head from under the settee.

But he didn't dare and he sneakingly loved the cat too.

There used to be a game-butcher's shop in Norwich, called Harvey's (it's not there any more) I used to go in on a Saturday to buy rabbits' feet, 4 for 10p, for our cats to play with. The butcher was a dry old individual. He once said as he handed them over, "Laaarst of the big spenders agin?"

Awww, he lurves you and 'prezzies' are his way of showing it !

'slightly soggy, very annoyed but fully live prey' that made me howl!

My cat always bought very alive,unharmed field mice in then chased them round the kitchen purring madly bless her. I never realised she was teaching me how to hunt, thats beyond cute.

Definitely gifts of gratitude and love. He's observed your own lack of trophies and deduced that your mother neglected to teach you mouse-catching.

He's therefore helpfully remedying this lack.

Next step is the live ones for you to practise...

Ours used to bring in live mice to kill in comfort. Why chase it round the garden in the cold when you could be in a cosy hallway with carpet and radiators? Not daft, our cats!

They occasionally left a heap of giblets, but mainly just left a few extremities. Feet, the very top of the tail, and once a nose! I think they'd gone cold.

I have 4 cats, 3 that go outside & the baby that stays in always

One of our most anti social outside cats brings home dead things for the baby to play with. She has no other interaction with her, other than to deposit said dead thing at her feet. We then have fun times chasing the baby to retrieve the dead thing while it is still in one piece.

One of the many, many good bits of having cats, is that we have never had a mouse or rat infestation in the house. Any that make it in are singular & dead. except in the yard where we sometimes have four or five baby rats/mice lined up outside the door - very neatly

As my name suggests, I'm terrified of spiders. Whenever I spotted one, I used to try and encourage the bloody cats to chase it and catch it for me. Nope. Not interested. Eight hairy legs galloping across the carpet and up the wall? Booooring... Big black thing dangling down from a web? Naaah...

I don't bother now. My darling dh deals with the things.