Linney is trying to tell me something, I think.
This morning, I heard the miaowing from him which signifies:
"I've brought you a dead animal to eat"
So out I went, and there was a dead mouse lying beside him. Sighing, I got a plastic bag and disposed of it.
Ten minutes later, Linney deposited a dead vole on the front step.
I disposed of that, too, then went to church.
On my return, Linney was nowhere to be seen, but he'd left me a dead rat on the steps this time.
Well, I've chucked that out, too.
Gizmo is (for once in his not-especially-blameless life) innocent. He was asleep in his donut the whole time.