I remember coming home from elementary one day to find my cat Oliver playing with something behind the couch. I go over to see what it was, and I find the front half of a dead mouse in front of a mouse hole in the wall.
My cat wanted to leave the dead, half eaten carcass of a dead mouse in front of the mouse hole as a reminder to other mice on the shit that would go down if they ever came out. Needless to say I was proud of him, but once I told my mom she immediately threw it out.
I shit you not, a few weeks later we had another mouse running wild. Nibbling on the cupcakes my mom left on the table, shitting on the floor, dodging the traps we set up. It was the Al Qaeda to my America. Luckily, my digilant cat caught this damn bastard and ate his face(along with most of its torso). I come home from school again and he presents me with it's ass.