Sis, my indoor Kitty who will be 19--yes, 19 years old!--in mid July, spends her days napping & occasionally fussing at me when I don't hop to fast enough to give her her meals. When she & her sister, Prana--who went to kitty heaven 10 years back--were young & frisky, they would bring me all sorts of things. Critters creepy & crawly of all types which they found in the basement of a couple of houses where we once lived, were deposited on the floor next to my bed so that I would find them under my feet when I got up--sometimes during the night! Prana was the real hunter who loved to chase the mousies. Sis would crouch nearby & cheer her sister on, playing a little when she could get a paw in edgewise. Sis often brought me sox, pantyhose & other items which she enjoyed digging out of the hamper, mauling, chewing out big holes, & placing them in front of my feet when she was done with it--sometimes, instead, depositing the item(s) in the middle of the living room floor for me to find when I arrived home.
    Other kitties now gone to kitty heaven loved bring interesting things & trophies to me, too. One small tabby once brought a friend over for lunch in his bowl, a trip to the litter box, & then back out the unlatched screen door the same way they had come in.
    Cleo, who looked just like an Egyptian Cat Goddess--& behaved as if she believed it, was a homebody, but her brother Cal, like his sister, was also an all black kitty, but with a little white spot at his neck. Cal was a kinda laid back, but a little wild man kind of kitty, & used to come in through the back porch window, pull open the kitchen screen door with his paw, & trot in & proudly deposit various & sundry critters, mammal & insect alike, at my feet for me to adore him all the more! He once knocked a wasp right out of the air, removed a wing, & frolicked a bit with it before bringing it to me. Then there was the time that he decided to go on walkabout in the park across the street where there were 2 duck ponds. One of the white geese used to walk over to the edge of the park grounds & make quite a ruckus, teasing Cal. I would tell Cal not to leave the yard, or go across the street, but one day, he sneaked out the back, went out to the edge of the yard, & decided he couldn't take the teasing from the white goose anylonger--when I was studying, & not watching. Cal trotted across the street, yelled a few kity obscenities at the goose, & pounced on it! He was hopping around, with the neck of the goose in his mouth, shaking it to & fro--quite a feat when you consider that the goose was over twice his size. The goose was squawking quite a bit, & got the other geese & ducks riled up & squawking, too. My neighbor across the hall, who had a good view of the park from her windows, had looked out to see what the squawking ruckus was about near the beginning of the story, then came dashing into my place hollaring about how Cal was going after that white goose that was always taunting him! We both raced out my back door, down the fire escape to find Cal behind our building, as we attempted to figure out what to do about the dilemma. Wings flapping, feathers flying, beak squawing & snapping, kitty hopping about & making strange guttoral sounds, & yet we could not disengage the goose from Cal's teeth no matter what we tried! Finally Cal let go his hold on the goose, & it ran off, squawking all the way, with Cal chasing after it. He stopped briefly when he came face to face with a small flock of assorted squawking/quacking geese & ducks, then ran off to continue his chase. We finally caught Cal before he could do in any of the waterfowl & took him home. Later that night, he sneaked out the back window, & went off on a hunt. When I got up in the morning, I heard some strange sounds sort of like a small machine gun-ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah--as I was rummaging through my refridgerator for breakfast. I looked out on the porch to see what I might see. It was Cal, sitting up on his hind legs, looking over the deceased white goose. Proudly, he picked it up in his mouth, walked over to me & deposited the trophy at my feet, quite pleased with himself!