My cats were playing with a small, grey, furry animal. I soon discovered that it was dead. I had hoped it was a mouse, but upon inspection, I think it was a baby mole. They were quite proud of themselves and were disappointed when I took it away from them. They immediately went back into the garage to try to capture another. That brings the death toll to three skinks, a baby snake, and now a baby mole. (Not to mention countless insects.) I am still waiting for them to kill a mouse, but I am confident in their abilities should the opportunity present itself. That's their job, what they are paid to do! I am so proud of my cats! I can't say who delivered the killing bite, because I think they work together.