One of the joys of sharing your home with a cat.

Put your cat in the bedroom and lock the door. It will soon find this mouse if it still there. And probably kill it. If not get a good Rentokil mouse trap. Easy to set

Then you can bury the dead mouse in a small grave in your garden.

I am afraid l am not a great lover of mice. One they get in the walls of your building. Very difficult to get rid of.

They are also classed as Vermin..Urinate all over the place and carry disease. Not cute in my book.

This is one reason why we never let the cat roam the house at night. He loves to bring us live presents but at least they are confined to the kitchen. Even that can have problems as he once let a mouse go and it went up inside the washing machine. Had to get a repair man out to retrieve the body!
Thank goodness for humane traps !

Butter wouldn’t melt,,, cats have no sense of wrongdoing as I am told dogs do.
She is going to be kept in at night and if that doesn’t suit she will be confined to the utility room which is where the cat flap is.

My last remaining cat has never shown any inclination to hunt. His routine is eat, sleep, repeat, with just a brief stroll round the garden and a munch on the cat nip which gives him the energy to rush back into the house and promptly catch up on his sleep! All my previous cats were murderers when it came to wildlife - they'd have a go at anything, so this present cat is an absolute pleasure .

ROMILO

Some time ago we had a Norwegian forest cat who was a great hunter. He never killed anything just brought it home and then lost interest. It was mostly field mice ,shrews and the occasional rabbit.

He had a cat flap that we always locked at night to keep him in. One-night we must have forgotten and we heard some very strange noises. When we went to investigate we found the cat having a wash and an owl sitting on the back of an armchair looking totally bemused.

He seemed totally unhurt but how the cat got him through the flap we will never know. He allowed me to carry him to the door and flew off glad to be free.

We think that cat and owl had both gone for the same mouse so it was the mouse's lucky day!

They were probably just waiting for you to provide them with a beautiful pea green boat.

You can buy a cat flap that recognises when a cat has prey in its mouth and doesn't let them in. It was on Dragons Den I think.

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I enter the house by the back door, squeezing through, to make sure the door doesn’t damage the gift I’m carrying rather awkwardly. Then I follow the clack of the computer keyboard that tells me she is working in her study.

I hope she has forgiven me for the unfortunate incident earlier. I truly did not mean to break that mug. Perhaps she should not have left it so near the edge of the desk, I thought. But least said, soonest mended, is my motto. Although not hers. Hence, my little trip out, with my ears ringing.

With any luck though, my peace offering will restore harmony between us. I push open the door and enter her study. Without taking her eyes from the screen, she greets me and I her. I drop my gift casually on her desk and wait, full of excited anticipation, for her surprised and grateful reaction. Lit now by her work lamp, my gift looks even better, glistening and glorious. I almost purr with satisfaction.

Eventually, she yawns, stands, stretches and turns away from her computer. Her gaze falls on the treasure I have brought her. With a piercing shriek, she leaps back, sweeping it ungraciously to the floor. I shrug and gobble it up, leaving only the head to remind her of my feline devotion and generosity.

Cats do actually know the difference between right and wrong.

I have managed to teach a succession of cats that I do not want birds. alive or dead, brought into the house, and that while I appreciate that they kindly wish to give me the odd mouse, vole or shrew, it make my life easier if they kill them before presenting me with them. I am not claiming that they find my attitude understandable, but they realise it makes life easier if they do as I say.

Right now, I am still trying to warm up again, having spent quarter of an hour walking round the neighbourhood in a very cold wind looking for my Tigger, who went out this morning and had not come back in, although the wind is very high and cold and there were heavy showers of rain as well.

He finally condescended to come out through the cat flap of the house across the road, where his friend lives, and say "What are you fussing about, I am here!" Little brat!

I keep the cat flap locked overnight, so as not to received presents while in bed.

Tigger's sister perfected the art of hunting as nature intended, about three weeks before we could reasonably expect her to come into season for the first time . As both cats had their adult teeth by then, the vet agreed it was the right time to neuter them both.

Honestly, though, none of us would be without them, would we?

We had one cat who specialised in presenting me with huge moths during the night. Great rustling things on my pillow!

I've had cats for over 40 years and have had some strange 'gifts' brought home. Aside from the usual birds. mice and very occasionally a frog we once had a very small lizard (we lived in a normal street at the time) still alive, a baby hare, several rabbits and once a string of sausages we assume he'd stolen from next doors kitchen! My 19 year old boy no longer goes out but our new feral boy who moved in 2 years ago is too lazy to catch anything however last week I found what we assumed was a dead rabbit in the dining room - on closer inspection we realised it was a dead squirrel! So far he's not tried to catch the pheasants we have out the back and is terrified of the resident female peacock who patrols up and down the road and is twice the size of him!!

That's my nightmare! I have two cats, thankfully ageing but still hunters. I have strategically placed humane mouse boxes in situ along my hall, but am pleased that for a few months have not caught anything. They bring them in through the cat flap, torment them for a while then lose interest. Sometimes the overnight guest runs into a trap, sometimes it evades them. Once I found a tiny mouse sat in the bowl of dry cat food! My daughter has just splashed out on the new style microchip cat flap that detects if the cat is carrying anything when it returns to the house, I think they're £350+. I'm hoping the ageing process will diminish my cats hunting skills.

Oh, for goodness sake! You've got a cat. There's no point in getting sentimental over a mouse. You employ a mouse-torturer.

I've had four cats at various junctures of my life, 2 boys, and two girls, sadly one was run over before she reached her first year. I don't have one at the moment more's the pity, they are my favourite domestic animal and we even have a cat flap put in by the previous owners. So no excuse really other than o/h constant refrain "I'm allergic to their fur" a bit maybe annoyingly so are my children and occasionally one of them is prone to visit with the grand dog so I guess that wouldn't go down well with any prospective cat. I do like dogs too but have never had one of my own.

Strangely my cats, from what I can remember never brought any trophies home I'm glad to say, I've no idea why not, I guess they were just all too lazy or inept at hunting. My step daughter had her father go round and remove a dried up toad/frog that a cat she was looking after brought in, because she couldn't bear to handle it. Talking of toads, one of the houses I lived in with a cat had a pond that seemed to be a breeding ground for toads, I was worried that she might try and catch one because allegedly they're poisonous for cats

Gorgeous cat UTBB

It's really very kind of cats to bring us these contributions to our diets. We should eat them at once so as to avoid hurting their feelings.

One of our 'new' cats caught, brought in (through cat flap) then dismembered a RAT. The cat left the entrails (for us - maybe!!) then ate the rest. Some minutes later, completely noiselessly, the mangled mess was brought up and deposited on our nice beige carpet. To say we were not happy is an understatement!
We still have the cat!!

One of our cats used to eat all but the bile ducts of various creatures on our back step. Another brought us endless bread wrappers,crisp packets and rubber bands .

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I'm allergic to catfur so can't keep them but it's common behaviour I understand for them to bring their owners "little presents".
Must make for an interesting life.
I don't mind mice too much and fancy mice are quite sweet but I'm not sure if I'd be so calm encountering one unexpectedly on my leg in the middle of the night.

ROMILO

Some time ago we had a Norwegian forest cat who was a great hunter. He never killed anything just brought it home and then lost interest. It was mostly field mice ,shrews and the occasional rabbit.

He had a cat flap that we always locked at night to keep him in. One-night we must have forgotten and we heard some very strange noises. When we went to investigate we found the cat having a wash and an owl sitting on the back of an armchair looking totally bemused.

He seemed totally unhurt but how the cat got him through the flap we will never know. He allowed me to carry him to the door and flew off glad to be free.

We think that cat and owl had both gone for the same mouse so it was the mouse's lucky day!

That's a fab story, I would have loved to have seen that.
We also heard strange noises with the cat flap one night years ago and it was the cat trying to force a rabbit through which was about one and a half times bigger than him !

Have so enjoyed these Cat tales! We twice experienced an indignant squawking bird deposited on our bed in the middle of the night and squirrel's head behind a chair. Birds unharmed as husband rescued and watched them fly off!
Thank you all for your stories!

When we had cats who used to bring us such gifts, we used one of these humane traps:
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We would use a small piece of cheese or other “bait”; the mouse’s weight in the trap causes the trap to rock and the door closes. No harm is done to the mouse which we would release at a short distance from our own garden.

We used Nutella in our humane mousetrap. It worked a treat! That was when our previous cats brought us gifts. They were also a very good deterrent for the large house spiders. The first day we had them, when we came downstairs in the morning, there was a large dead spider on most of our stairs.....
Our current cats are a different story. One chases bluebottles and has them as a snack: the other is more adventurous and prefers mice. We just wish he wouldn't eat them, tail and all, on our sitting room carpet. 🙀

My dear cat brings French partridges which he catches in the field behind my house , they are almost as big as he is .🙄 I always lock the cat flap at night to keep him in .

My cat is also an avid hunter. There have been times when he has brought home three mice in one night, always alive. I am fairly skilled at catching them by the tail and releasing them.
When they do escape me I use a couple of humane traps, laced with peanut butter and wet cat food which has always worked. I feel so sorry for them, they are always so scared. He always brings these things in at night and as soon as I wake, drops them. On occasion I have clearly been hard to wake and he’s jumped up on the bed and left his catch on the quilt. I am then faced with changing the bedclothes before I can go back to sleep.
We have also been gifted several pigeons (dead) an angry squirrel (which bit me when I tried to catch it), shrews, voles, a seagull (alive and squawking) 2 koi carp, 3 live rats (nightmare), butterflies, bees and, when he was still an apprentice hunter, sandwiches, a steak slice, a chicken tikka slice, bits of pizza, sausage rolls and pies (we live near an artisan bakery) all delivered with pride, covered in dust and muck.
And here he sits cuddled in against my leg, scared by the high winds that have suddenly blown in, looking completely innocent.

We do love and excuse them don’t we❤️