Buffy was the killer, just feeding the family. It was just kind of really odd that he'd tear the animals apart with sushi-chef precision and then put them back together as offerings of love to a bunch of bipeds. He always threw a temper tantrum if he saw us throwing out his 'presents'. He was such a diva!
He just wanted you to get your nutritents! And then you threw out his craftiness. Ungrateful human, not wanting to eat squirrel.
Our cat scooter loved when we got out the flashlight. She used to chase that darn light all over the place. All we had to do is say the word flashlight and she would get all frisky. She also liked to chase wadded up tin foil. She would play for hours with that. My other cat Azrael( named after the cat from the Smurfs) at Christmas time loves to drink the water from the christmas tree. We have to fill the stand at least three times a day.