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[meganbmoore]

Dear Squeaker (aka-one of the parent's cats),

Yes, you have fulfilled your solemn duty as a cat and caught the Big Bad Mouse and have presented yourself at the door with it in your mouth.

Sadly, I cannot allow you in the house with your prize, and am under strict instructions to make you spend the night outside if you eat it, as you tend to throw up.

This is your own fault.

But yes, I do quite admire the trophy of war.

Love and Sympathy,
Me

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[smillaraaq.livejournal.com]

Back when I lived at a place with a huge and semi-wild wooded yard, my dogs were constantly on Varmint Patrol and racked up a rather impressive number of kills of rats, mice, squirrels, and moles. They never actually brought them to us -- they pretty much lost all interest in the critters once their necks snapped and the fun squeaking stopped -- but if I was around when they managed to catch something, they would sometimes give me this "Moooooom, my toy broke! Fix it!" sort of look...

(My cat is an absolutely worthless hunter, but that's pretty much why I ended up with her in the first place -- feral kittens who don't learn how to feed themselves don't survive long unless they manage to collapse of hunger on a convenient sucker's doorstep.)