She brought us a mouse tonight. A LIVE mouse. I took the mouse outside and killed it, but she wants to go back outside. Guess she misses her 'toy'. My wife, of course, freaked. Even more than when the cat brought in a baby garter snake. Personally, I congratulated her on being a good kitty...
We were brought a live lizard Sunday. She promptly deposited it inside the door and sauntered off. It was, after all, our problem now. She had caught and delivered the present and we could consume it at will. Nice.