To tell the little fucker she has to take her Christmas present back?

[Hurr1cane]

Took in a litter of orphaned feral kittens in May, hand reared them, kept one and rehomed the rest to lovely friends.

I am a strict vegetarian and hate even cooking meat for DS and DP.

Feral kitten though it appropriate to bring me a dead mouse on Christmas Day and leave it on my doorstep.

I have to wait for DP to bin it because I can't stand dead things.

I saved the fuckers life and this is what she does to repay me? Well, that and tip over the heist as tree

Why did my other cats never try to train me then? Don't they care that I might starve to death if I can't hunt?

She's feral but actually very social, her litter was only a couple of weeks old when they came to me, I was sure none of them would make it but they all did.

they were around my other cats from being that tiny so are more sociable than most. Although it's only ragdoll who likes her back.

Oh Lord, that 'dead mousie' smell! Ours (3 naughty Siamese) have often posted a dead one under or behind something, and boy does it stink. The problem is locating it. The furniture we've shifted. The long sticks we've poked with. And when you finally get the thing out, the smell is still there, and you twig there's another one somewhere...

Meanwhile the three of them watch with great interest from the counter tops, like spectators at Wimbledon.

Surely as the creature (mouse) had lived natural life and not been bred specifically for food you could just have eaten it as she intended?

Tell the cat next time she wants to bring you a present, you'd prefer wine or chocolates!

My cat's a shite hunter thankfully, but even we've had a couple of mice and a half dead bird over the years.

They think you like their gifts. It's their way of showing you appreciation for all you've done for them.

My cat is very thoughtful. I was admiring the small birds flying around our front garden the other day. So the cat brought me one for Christmas. A dead one. Perhaps he thought I could pin it on my clothes like a brooch.

Oh goodness no I can't even stand the sight of dead animals even when they don't look like dead animals. Freaks me right out. Ragdoll cat once brought someone else's pouch of cat food into my garden once, I don't know if he'd been in someone's house and stole it or taken it out of a bin that's the closest I've got to a gift so far.

My old cat brought me a yellow fluffy duckling once . I never looked at him in the same way again .

My cats have brought in

Newts
Frogs (they scream)
Mice
Rats
Rabbits (dead and alive- usually decapitated)
Snake or eel (not sure - too busy screaming myself)
Moles
Shrews (a staple)
All kinds of birds

Whole mice, heads of mice, mice body parts- feet, tails- mice organs, live mice, stunned mice, voles, shrews, frogs, toads, beetles, earthworms, birds' eggs, live baby birds raided from nests, dead birds (various species), cross live birds (largest a very cross pigeon, smallest a wren) , dead rats, live small rats, two live baby rats at once, butterflys, large moths,bats, newts, a fish from neighbours' pond, sausages from next door's BBQ.
All gifts from our two cats. We have never had hunters before either . Some are for themselves but they really do bring some and present them as gifts- particularly very carefully carried birds eggs and live baby birds.

I was coming on to say at least it wasn't a live frog-they scream, but Simba got here before me.

But they do, scream that is and surprisingly loud too..

We have only had dead frogs but toads squeal and shriek. It is amazing.

I have become the rescuer of all of these creaturesand in return have been bitten by mice voles and shrews, pecked by birds, slimed by slugs.

They also play football with snails.

As I said on another thread about cats, I had a Siamese who used to bring me bras and tights he'd dragged off people's washing lines. They weren't my size though...

Bras and tights?

Feral pinches straws out of our drinks when we aren't looking. Once she mis judged it and ended up with him and cranberry juice all over her

My cats over the years (childhood tabby, 2 huge cats white And black and white and now half Siamese half moggy) have brought in everything under the sun. Dead or alive.

8 month old kitten not allowed out yet various reasons will be in January but I saw him eyeing in spare room bird out of window (regular occurrence) he hunts/plays with toys/plush penguin too!

The worst is waking up with or without a hangover or dead tired to a dead/alive creature in their mouth now my screams wake the dead if that happens!

angelicjen your story is so funny esp with smell of brother!

Yes, Hurricane, and it was so embarrassing as I could hardly go round the houses with them trying to find the owners. He tugged at them until they popped off the pegs (he did that with our washing too) Bras and tights hang down so they're easy to tug at I suppose.

Ours used to bring in slow worms and baby grass snakes and once a live rat and a sweet little dead baby rabbit. Also, to my utter shame, a dead harvest mouse (they're not all that common) not to mention a whole pheasant pulled through the cat flap, one cat at each end, plus goldfinches and frogs.
We've moved house since then and they're older, so we don't get quite so many presents.

You would have loved my dog the other week OP (not!)

He was doing a lap of honour around the dining table with what I thought was his toy in his mouth.

I patted my leg and called him over, so I could throw his toy for him to fetch.

And he excitedly dropped a dead squirrel on my bare foot!

Worse still, the only way I could get him out of the room so I could dispose of it, was to grab a dog treat and throw it out the garden. He promptly ate that and then spent an hour searching the lounge and whining for his squirrel.

Bastard.

Be polite and smile and then shove it on eBay in the new year - or do you know anyone with a January birthday?

Laughed at "thought it was your brother"

I have 2 hunters. They go through phases of bringing in mice and birds, including pigeons. Quite often live which they play with (i.e torture) but then leave me to administer the coup de grace.

Big cat started off with slugs and snails (which we think he thought were toys) and bizarrely bumble bees. How he caught them was a mystery. I have not had the courage to Google what responsibility cats bear for the decreasing bumble bee population. We planted lots of bee friendly flowers and fortunately he's moved on.

Worst was a half grown seagull. Goodness knows where he found it or how he caught it or how it fitted through the cat flap.

At least it was dead, my friend's cat brought a live one in and it started living under the sink and bred!

italian same story my cats must've brought a dead mouse in and forgotten about it until one night I heard banging and crashing in the kitchen. The cats were there with or catching mummy and baby mice who'd crept out of their wooden panel nest (kitchen cabinets style).

All day the cats lay in wait and as they hadn't slept looked like cartoon cats who need matchsticks to hold their eyes open. I had to tell them they're gone now you killed them all.

Bless them (poor little mice and the cats!)

And yes frogs scream I never knew that before!

Memories of sooty (rip) in garden tapping a poor little frog to make it jump it had its front legs over its eyes and was frozen in the 'please leave me alone' pose!

I read somewhere that if a cat brings you a mouse present and you seem displeased, the cat thinks you're upset because the mouse wasn't big enough.

Beware.

Yabvu!
Be grateful woman!

Count your blessings that the mouse was already finished off. My evil sadistic cat tries to bring live mice inside. He must fancy a few home comforts while he does the torturing

Hobbes, I used to cover the dead mice with tissue paper or kitchen role to try to communicate that it made me sad. The cat then started to dip the mice in her water bowl before dropping them at my feet! (I must have communicated that I like to dry them out.)