we once had a family pet (female) who regularly brought us gifts, some of them still alive. the male cat we had as a family pet (and curmudgeon cat too, later on) did like all lions – chased off intruders instead of hunting down food.

some of my present crew (who were rescued from a life of fending for themselves in dumpsters and on people’s back porches) go into hunting mode when they see a squirrel outside the window, but . . .

one time they actually had the chance to demonstrate their hunting prowess… the fluffy black dog was always inviting small, cute, furry creatures into the house and one time he invited a small rat or large mouse – the cats all FLEW into action —- up onto the table tops, and the kitchen counter, and the very highest bookshelves, every last one of them, as the fbd’s new little friend scuttled merrily across the floor.