My story about the cat.
I am also the owner of a large Maine Coon. Red, with brushes and a gorgeous collar like a lion. The cat although castrated, but insanely playful and mobile. He walks through the street by himself. He always brings home rats from the basement, pigeons, crows and in general any small life for him to be wild.
To the fact that there is a dead animal next to my bed in the morning, I have become accustomed. I look at the floor next to the bed and then put my feet.
But to be fooled by the fact that this morning next to the bed there were two small suffocated tai-terriers, both in glamorous necklaces, I think it was overwhelming!