Chipmunks on the other hand taste bad so not even the feral cats outside will eat them. They catch them, play with them for awhile and let them go. That's really hard on the tulips.
Whe I was in high school, my younger sisters had to depart before me in order to catch their school bus. I always knew that one of the cats had left a present on the welcome mat by the resulting screams.
If the cats ever caught a mouse, they never brought it in or near the house. The *rats* that they caught, however, were brought to our doorstep before dawn. Apparently the successful hunters judged that to be an adequate attempt to deliver the gift... either that, or he or she got hungry.
All that usually remained were feet, tails and heads (all oddly arranged and spaced as though still attached to a now-invisible rat torso). I can imagine the cat thinking "Oh, they won't miss just this one bite..." again and again until only the extremities remained.
The dachshund wasn't so neat about it - when she caught a rat it was a bloody, nasty spectacle.