We started feeding one feral cat on our backyard deck maybe about three years ago, then a second one showed up just a few weeks later, and it was the two of them for a while, for a couple years, actually. We would wake up in the morning, go to the back door, lift the shade, and there would be the one cat sitting, waiting, then propping itself on the ledge to peer inside while we fixed their breakfast. It was hella cute.
Anyhow, probably a couple months in, they left a big rat at the bottom of the stairs leading from the deck to the rest of the backyard. Then, maybe a month or so later, another one. This time they were sitting off to the side to watch us pick up the rat and, and I guess, start eating it. I think when they saw me take the rat into the garage and emerge ten seconds later without it, they figured out we were ungrateful philistines who just don’t appreciate a good rat, and so we never got another gift again.
Sadly, we found one of them dead on the property, and a few months later, the other one went away and never came back. We miss them. It was a neat little routine for a short while.