I have to add my "cat tale" to this list. We got Jasmine from the animal shelter, when she was full grown and had been fending for herself in the wild quite nicely, until someone caught her and turned her in. I couldn't bear to bring her in full time, when I knew how much she loved to hunt - esp the moles out under our trees. One day a piano student arrived, and said "Mrs. T - do you know about the rabbit feet on your front steps?" I was aghast to find several baby bunny feet out there, and had to promptly dispose of them before we were all too grossed out! Guess Miss Jasmine liked to eat on the front porch!