One of our 'lodgers' is a tom cat (left behind when the lad moved out). He brings loads of mice back as presents, scares Mrs Dee to death if he manages to get a live one into the house to play with.
Noticed a massive pile of pigeon feathers in the garden last week so he's obviously upped his game from sparrows.
I never really liked cats, and they do what they want, but think I've been turned as the dogs (other 2 'lodgers' left behind when kids moved out) take a lot more looking after.
Mrs Dee did get rather emotional last night when it was snowing and he hadn't come back for over 24 hrs but this morning he came strolling in as if nowt had happened.
EDIT: The reason the cats like BCG's house is she always has the heating on so it's nice and toasty!