Cat hunting

I got thinking of cats I have known and their collective hunting activities. One orange tabby who lived in the city until he was 2 1/2 years old discovered hunting when we moved to a place where he could go outside. His first trophy, that he so proudly dropped at my husband's feet, was a dead decomposing bird carcass. M was my husband's first cat and I have to forgive him his actions, as he really didn't know the correct etiquette when presented with a trophy kill. He kicked the offending object off the porch. M watched it fall. So the next day M jumped through his cat door, with strange sounds eminating from him. When my husband went to find out what was the matter, M released a LIVE bird into the house. Took us hours to catch the bird and release it outside. M never again brought home a trophy, though we did hear from neighbors that he developed into a fierce hunter. Dead bird, live bird, no bird for you.