When I was a kid, we had a dog that used to like to carry big rocks around in his mouth. Big 'uns. In evitably, of course, he'd end up with turtles, but never hurt a single one.

On another occassion, he was discovered with 3 baby mice in his mouth, unhurt, safely warm and apparently unperturbed. We returned them to mama's nest in the old stump and she promptly moved the whole nest and we never saw HER again!

The worst my cat does is kill spiders and leave their dead bodies around the house. When she was a stray (with no claws), I bet she ate them, but now she prefers Iams. She doesn't go outside without a leash, as I'd rather not find her squished in the road. She does spend hours in the window watching squirrels in utter fascination, and occassionally can't resist running up to the window and thumping on it to see the birds fly away!