My girlfriend and I had two cats when we lived in western MA, in a safe enough area that we felt OK letting them go outside for a couple hours each day.
One afternoon I opened the door to one of our cats, who sauntered in and dropped a live garter snake on the floor, and stood over it looking proud as it wriggled under the refrigerator. The other cat, who was home at the time, watched in fascinaton. (It took a few days but we managed to catch the snake and return him to the wild.)
A few days later I opened the door to our second cat who came in and dropped an earthworm on the floor, standing over it every bit as proud.
