Gifts....what's the worst you've had.

[PaintedDrivesAndPolishedGrass]

We rescued a lovely little girl, she'd been dumped and when DP brought her home my heart melted and we all lived happily ever after.
5 months on she likes to show her gratitude by bringing us little gifts. Every bloody day. This week we have had, a baby rat ( dead), a sparrow (dead), a sparrow (live), a moth (dead and gently placed on my lap) a baby mouse( dead, wet and placed on lap).
This morning there was a deathly odour in the utility room. After much huffing and puffing trying to move the big fridge I found, underneath it, a bloated mouse corpse which disintegrated as I tried to remove it.
Bloody vile.
This is the face of a murderer!

Boy cat kills wood pigeons and somehow manages to drag them through a small window which I leave open for him during the night.
Three times I have come down in the morning to a bloodbath and feathers everywhere !

He also dragged in once a full sized wild rabbit. That morning I came down to find the rabbit had tried to escape and somehow hung itself in the blind :( boy cat took advantage of this by removing it's spine and insides onto the floor below.

That was pleasant.

We've had one, solitary, dead mouse. Clearly our cat doesn't love us as much as yours do. I'm very impressed with these trophies but quite relieved his hunting has been confined to outdoors.

Dancingpimpcat looks very proud of his gift. Sort of like he'd wrapped in flouncy tissue paper, completed with a silken bow.

Squirrel. Very dead and left under our bed undetected until it started to smell. DH dragged it out and it split open, letting lots of maggots out.

My lovely Mim who is no longer with us was a much bringer of gifts. Voles and birds were often brought. The strangest was half a squirrels tail. Absolutely no sign of the rest of it. Oh and a bat, which we carted off to a rescue centre.

KingJoffreyCat probably doesn't know how to make soup and toast. Mouse was probably his equivalent, quick and easy.

Our girl kitty is very small and slender. This makes her very fast and agile. She has brought us innummerable gifts, including baby bunnies, frogs, mice, toads, bats, ducklings and anything else she can get her little paws on! She once brought me a full sized magpie, I was bf my ds at the time, I practically threw him on the bed and crashed head first into his cot and it collapsed. The best one was when she had a fully alive duckling under my bed taunting it. I went over the road to get my friend's dh to help as I was pregnant and dp was at work. he was also out, so me and my also preggers mate both chased the cat plus screeching duck all around my bloody house!

The actual worst gift I ever got though, wasn't from a cat. It was a bright yellow anorak, with a bright green Ostritch feather pattern on it, complete with hood...

My lovely little boy cat brought me at least one gift a day for all the months of his short life that he was allowed outside. He started his killing career at just 9 weeks old by catching DD1's hamster that she had carelessly allowed to get away.

The worst one had to be the day he was playing with a sparrow in the garden outside as I was leaving with the DC. The sparrow not being quite dead, I warned XH about it, as the back door was standing open. When did XH notice the cat had brought it in? When it had been disemboweled all over the living room carpet! XH cleaned it up, luckily for him.

I was stood at the kitchen sink washing up once and my beautiful boy (R.I.P ) dropped a freshly decapitated mouse, that was still twitching on top of my bare foot
I was surprised at just how much blood can flow out of such a tiny animal

The Burmese boys bring me at least 1 'gift' a day. The biggest has been- a fox! Came into the sitting room to find one Burmese slapping it while it cowed by the sofa. We also get fighter cat from next door (hates all cats except ours) come to 'knock' for them by coming in through the French doors. I find the three of them dozing lined up on the sofa. Otherwise we have frogs, toads, baby birds through to live blackbirds and magpies. The back end of a squirrel...

Headless rodent with wildly kicking legs. (Sigh)

Rubbishmantra your coat would've gone well with the swimming hat my mother gave me, I really wanted a Speedo one, she gave me a chunky yellow one with fuck off orange, floppy flowers on it and to make matters worse it had a bastard chinstrap.

The really good thing (only good thing so far) about my killer is his gift for batting down & eating flies. Incredible skill & agility

I don't think mine loves me enough to bring gifts.

Git.

I don't get gifts from my boys, Fluffy.

I tell myself that it's because they think I don't need them. ('Tell myself.......' )

I think I can win this. I went down stairs one morning to find feathers everywhere. They lead to a pigeons body. No head. I searched high and low but could not find it anywhere. 3am the next morning, I'm blissfully asleep and then I have a 'thump' on my head. My boy had brought me the missing head. It was like a scene from a horror film. I miss my cat.

We regularly get birds in varying states of life as well as small voles. The worst though was finding HALF a massive rat (the bum end) with its guts spilling out on the utility floor.

I think our cats settled into the farm yard before we did!

One of mine, years ago now, had a litter and brought in "training material" for the kittens. She started with live butterflies and worked up to birds and then mice. I'd find her sat on the stairs that were open to the dining room giving instruction

My mum's dog once brought her in a very dead frog. Dog dropped it on the floor and it exploded, maggots everywhere. She was a lovely dog...

Slow (spelling?) worms dangled in the mouth like a crazy moustache . All the bloody time. Used to make my mum shreak as she hated snakes.

My cat once brought home a garlic sausage on a stick, still warm. He has also managed to 'hunt' chicken drumsticks and half a pork pie. No actual wildlife 🙄

To be fair, The Lodger started his relationship with the household (not me personally) by leaving gifts on the back step - and they were all 'thieved' items. He had a soft spot for sticky spare ribs, we presumed from the local Chinese takeaway bins, but then he was a street cat at the time.

Seeing some of the 'presents' that people are mentioning, I reckon I'm quite grateful not to be given them, really.

When we lived in Wales Portia used to bring us shrews..daily and lined up in a head first tail first pattern !
The live baby rabbit was a fun one too.. found it behind the sofa!

Slow worms are also a speciality.. never harmed and usually presented to us when we are relaxing late at night. And frogs (we have a pond). Do you KNOW how loudly a scared frog screams? It's very impressive... and scares Ophie, who brings them alive and unharmed and then has no idea what to do next