Upon opening my front door the other night, I found Abbey sitting in the front hall, waiting for me. And in front of her, was a bug. A big, black beetle; it was even still alive, it's little legs twitching as it lay on its back.
She looked at me, looked at the bug, then walked away. As to say 'here, this is for you.'
I've heard that cats leave remains of their kills as gifts for their humans, such as mice or birds. None of mine ever go outside, so they are limited to the bugs that somehow make it into my home. Most of the time I get to the bug before any of the cats can kill the bug, and then eat it. I'm not a fan of them eating bugs.
I got the impression this is what Abbey was doing, leaving me a gift to show she's helping to provide for the family.
I rewarded her with a treat, lots of petting and some praises. After all, the value of a gift is in the eye of the beholder.
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