Savvie is swatting at me and meowing at 2 AM. She has probably deposited a toy on the bed so I can play with her. I reach down to grab the toy and toss it off the bed so I can go back to sleep.
Holy guacamole!!! That is not a cat toy. Leap out of bed and turn on the light. There is Savvie, proudly showing off her great accomplishment--a dead rat, so newly dispatched that it is still warm.