Originally Posted by
sandy l
Many, many years ago, we (family) had a big yellow and white cat named Fuzzy. I remember him bringing, most of the time, dead lizards in.
we had a black cat, he lived to 18. almost every day, he'd bring us something. sometimes, he'd release a bird in the house under the dining room table.he would get up on the railing, and open the door with his hand. it was an old fashioned handle that you just needed to tug on to open. sometimes we'd get gifts at night. lots of rabbit heads, little things like moles, mice and sometimes a snake or two. they were usually left on the door step. you had to look out before you went out and stepped on it. he was a hoot.