Freddie came from an apartment in NYC and taught himself to hunt. He started with worms - Godzilla size wormms that dragged the ground out of both sides of his mouth. My neighbors used to sit on their front steps every night and watch Freddie "worm". He has graduated to mice, birds, squirrels, and chipmunks.

When he comes home at night, he scratches on the door and looks up so I can see his mouth is empty. Too many dead things in my bed.

He did come home with the cutest little mouse who got loose in the house and ran around for days. I finally trapped it under a vacuum cleaner in the bathroom and caught it in a Tupperware container for release outside.

He was very alive when Freddie brought him into my bedroom and set him loose on my pillow. Four cats and a mouse with me in the middle - Yuk.

The worst is the dead birds he sneaks in and de-feathers. Feathers everywhere. I keep reminding him about bird flu but ...