my cats only bring me livestock, the usual mice, voles,birds, rabbits, halfarabbits and one baby possum, dead.
since the possum was dead i picked it up by the tail and put it in the trash can with a cover. the next day dh and i were cleaning up the dog yard and he went to put some trash in the can and "haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah' this loud hissing breathing dragon noise greeted him! the little possum was 'playing possum'. we ended up loading the can with the cover strapped on and in the backseat of the open mustang convertible to the closest park, 10 mi away. then the silly thing didn't want to leave the can!
we ended up dumping the can and he ran into the woods. you know, they may look cute when they're hanging on to mom, but in person, they're fugly!