Our cats have started a new tradition: On Fridays we get up in the morning and find a dead shrew, neatly laid on the indoor door-mat.
Said door-mat, which is in the hall at the front door, is one of the dark grey rubber- backed kind, so it is fairly difficult to see our present, when blurry eyed before first cup of coffee.
This Shrewsday's shrew lay to the right of the door-mat, last Shrewsday's precisely in the middle, but I haven't worked out which of our two cats lays his present in the middle of the mat and which to the right.
No, no it isn't the same shrew brought in a week apart, I have thanked cats properly for each then disposed of the creature suitably in the dustbin behind the cats' backs.