An older calico cat decided to live in the backyard and farm acres years ago. We named her Callie May Bunnyhunter (yes, she caught rabbits nearly as big as she was) and she proved to be a Champion Mouser. She evidently decided we, as humans, were too slow or too stupid to catch food for ourselves, so each of her catches was presented to us.
“Mahr mahr mahr” would be heard at the back door (or the front door to the office) and there Callie would be, her latest trophy offered to us. She’d wait politely until someone told her, “What a fine mouse you’ve caught, Callie May! You go ahead and enjoy it.” After the human had declined it, with thanks, she’d nibble on it, then proceed to dine.
We’d see her several times daily with her ‘mouse-stash’ drooping from her jaws, another conquest. Callie came in the house at night (and during bad thunderstorms) to sleep, safe from the coyotes.
Sadly, and please take this to heart, if you have an outdoors cat – she seemed suddenly to have a sore on her white ear that wouldn’t heal completely. It proved to be deadly skin cancer, which rapidly spread to her poor little nose and then swarmed inside. Our wonderful vets couldn’t save her; they said sunscreen may have prevented the skin cancer, but white-eared cats are very susceptible. It’s best to keep them indoors.
We still miss her; she left for the Rainbow Bridge just months before Kezia the Beautiful made the same journey. I hope an obliging mouse will allow Callie May the pleasure of ‘catch and release.’ She was an independent, dignified lady cat.