our old boy Ash was a useless hunter until mum moved out of the town into the country, and he them became scourge of anything that moved!
He used to bring home everything, from voles, birds and mice to adult rabbits and phesant! It was particularly shocking because he was a tiny cat - most of the adult rabbits he dragged in were bigger than he was!
The worst was he used to just eat the heads, so there would be rows of little decapitated bodies on the doorstep or in the kitchen each day
He could never handle frogs, though - he went for one on the front lawn once, spat it out in disgust (tongue out, shaking head), batted at it, and then ran away when it hopped towards him
He never mastered squirrels, either, though they would delight in taunting him