Mom tells a tale about Sage and the presents he'd bring her

Here is a post mom put up on a list on a thread
about funny adventures featuring felines
catching mice or rats, then entertaining their
moms.

enjoy,
Dakota, Pixie-Bob

in mom's words:

Can't resist adding to this thread. My old Sage,
adopted from the kill shelter (since crossed the
Rainbow Bridge) was a bruiser who'd tear the
house up and screens off the windows to get out.
He loved to bring me mice and rats as presents.
Sometimes headless, sometimes whole and
alive. One early morning in the wee hours I was
visiting the bathroom. While sitting on the
porcelain throne in the early dawn, Sage runs
in and throws something at me. It bounces off the
toilet and scrambles up my leg (it was a mouse).
Since I was doing my "business" and hopped up
mid-stream (so to speak), I ended up weeing on
the floor, screaming the whole time. My husband
ran in and caught the mouse. Sage looked on
calmly at this spectacle, sitting with his head
cocked. He looked pleased at my reception of
his "gift".

Years later, Sage got lazy and started releasing
his play buddies (mice) into the house without
finishing them off. They took up residence and
because Sage would not tolerate another cat in
the neighborhood, let alone the house, we
couldn't get a younger mouser. When we put up
traps, the first couple of days saw 19 mice dead.
My husband, delegated (or would that be voluntold)
to take out the carcasses, began to feel like the
Death of Mice, kind of like a rodent grim reaper.
Poor guy got quite a complex ;)

cheers,
Raven with Dakota, Pixie-Bob