This past week, my cat, Tom, was rather generous, bringing me a snake on one day and a lizard on another.
Fortunately for the snake and the lizard, I was able to get them both safely back outside. They appeared to be fine, although perhaps a little freaked out by their experience. I know I was.
Tom, on the other hand, appeared pleased and proud, purring and twisting around my ankles, offering kitty kisses and snuggles. He must have felt like he was providing for me, that his gifts were indicators of his affection. From his cat brain perspective, nothing could be better than a wiggling delight delivered directly at my feet.
I guess the saying is true. It’s the thought that counts, even in the case of feline benevolence.