A friend of mine had a Maine Coon that would bring her dead mice. Apparently, the cat was concerned that my friend wasn't eating enough (the cat wasn't looking for P&E, praise & encouragement). I think you did the right thing; she brought you this really cool toy that she found all on her own, isn't it wonderful? You're not necessarily supposed to assist in playing with it, but "playtime" and "Perrine's person" do tend to go together, no? :)(Rex does something similar, but he prefers to bring me chewed-upon soup bones and drop them on my foot. *sigh*)
Willow, of course, never has cared to share, probably because my mother was grossed out whenever purr-fluff brought back a catch. When my parents moved from the house that Willow was raised in, they looked behind the AC unit and found a veritable charnelhouse of bones; my cat was quite the huntress in her younger years. (Now she's content to take potshots at Rex and try to get him in trouble. Unfortunately for her, I subscribe to the "if the instigator is not easily identified, scold both" theory of stopping squabbles.) So be glad Perrine doesn't eat her catches; if she's willing to bring you the carcass, that's marvelous, it means she won't find somewhere sneaky to keep her leavings. *wry smile*
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Willow, of course, never has cared to share, probably because my mother was grossed out whenever purr-fluff brought back a catch. When my parents moved from the house that Willow was raised in, they looked behind the AC unit and found a veritable charnelhouse of bones; my cat was quite the huntress in her younger years. (Now she's content to take potshots at Rex and try to get him in trouble. Unfortunately for her, I subscribe to the "if the instigator is not easily identified, scold both" theory of stopping squabbles.) So be glad Perrine doesn't eat her catches; if she's willing to bring you the carcass, that's marvelous, it means she won't find somewhere sneaky to keep her leavings. *wry smile*