ah cats and the mischief they get up to.
when Squiffy was just a kitten i commented that he had never brought any dead animals home, i was really pleased. The very next day he brought a mouse home, but not one he had just killed, a flat crispy one that he must have peeled off the road somewhere.
Another time i came home to find a blood splattered kitchen, he had fatally wounded a pigeon and then chased it around the room. The blood was all over units, spashed across the windows, even on the ceiling. Looked like a gruesome murder scene.