Apparently, after hearing about the tradition of Christmas socks with gifts, he placed food exclusively in home boots. First, it is clear to whom it is presented. Secondly, the joy of a man who in the early morning entered a dead and often slightly broken mouse is indescribable. (H, I knew a cat who laid the prey on the pillow of the masters.)
This is the same thing....
We regularly receive such gifts. We praised him for the prey, then gave him it back — he was probably surprised, but I hope he was not offended.
We also brought a dog. The cat brings her mice, puts them out, and sits moaning as she eats them.
In general, value not a gift, but an attitude.