mine drops 3-4 cadavers a day in front of the kitchen/garden door
he doesn't bring mice in the house
in summer time, he brings other presents
dingbat catches wasps, brings em in alive, and then starts playing with the pissed off wasp where i just happen to be... lovely
he's a sleep in the coach again , most people who see him, think he's the laziest sod alive
the steady supply of dead mice and battle scars say otherwise..
i've come to the conclusion, that, whenever he is not around, he's busy killing things dead, or fighting his nemesis
I've just recently seen that nemesis, it's a friggin huge cat,
mind you mine isn't small either, it's just that the other one is the size of a friggin fully grown Beagle dog
Not fat big, just big boned...and despite his size, mine still opens up can after can of whoop-ass
I guess it must be his roots... his mum and dad were Rotterdam street cats... real alley cat's in a big city
makes for good genes