I have, or had, this big orange, neutered, lazy outdoor tomcat named Merle.
One of my old hunting buddies, as in 80+ years old, shot his last buck with me and I took the head home and buried it in my backyard. Six months later I dug it up and it was clean as a whistle. (I do this with all my bucks). Hung it up on my fence.
I come outside one day and Merle is just laying on the porch watchin this squirrel chewing up the antlers on this deer. Im pissed and I throw a rock at the squirrel, running it off. I then turned away cussing because that squirrel had gnawed off one of the tynes.
Merle must have been taking notes, because an hour later Merle dropped that squirrel off at my back door right as I was walking outside. Dead as a doornail.
Merle got extra wet food that night. He is still alive but moved over to my neighbors house because they let him inside. He still comes by from time to time.