Britesea
Sustainability Master
Mine once deposited a Live mouse at my feet in the utility room. Without thinking, I grabbed it, opened the door and tossed it out. That cat shot me the most OUTRAGED look I've ever seen and dived out after it. From then on, he brought me only dead ones. I would look at it with him, and tell him what a mighty hunter he was, and then say "It's ok, I'm not hungry- you can have it" The funny thing is, only after I said that would he take it and trot off with it.
Our are usually in the middle of the bed. Sometimes they're still alive and there will be three cats guarding one terrified mouse. Any live mouse goes back outside, AKA recycled mouse.