My mom and dad's one cat, who loves to be outdoors in the afternoon and early evenings, will regularly catch mice, chipmunks, birdies, bunnies and moles and lay them in front of my mom and dad's kitchen door. My dad always gives him tons of pets and tells him what a good hunter he is, lol! My mother, not so fond of the little things being offered up in homage of them, usually takes them across the field and buries them there.

My one cat that I had when I was younger, Corvette, she would catch baby bunnies and bring them to the door. She'd scratch at the door, I'd open it, see the bunny, yell out "Corvette!!! Put it down!" She'd meow at me and the bunny would hop off toward the end of the porch. Unfortunately, it usually didn't make it too far, and Corvette would go get it again. Sigh.

The only time they brought them in the house was when my mom and dad had Tazzer when he was about 9months old and he had gotten a chippy. My dad went to let him in the house, and here he had the chippy in his mouth, let it go, and that little sucker raced around and around the 1st floor of our house with Tazzer running right next to it. My mother wasn't home, thankfully, otherwise she would have had a heart attack. My father and I were just laughing ourselves silly because there wasn't much you could do until the cat caught the chippy or they ran out the door (which is what happened... run out the door).