One day when I was in college I came home and found my very crafty black cat (named "lucky") sitting outside our front door with a mouth full of something. He was eager to get inside the house, but knowing his tendencies to bring me all sorts of "gifts" (dead rodents, a favorite) I wasn't about to let him in without checking to see what he was hiding from me.
I picked him up and could see two things sticking out from each side of an otherwise closed and very stuffed mouth. "Open up" I said, and literally pried his mouth open with my fingers to see what he was hiding (he struggled quite a bit during this process).
Low and behold, as I opened his mouth, a hummingbird flew out! Alive, and apparently unharmed.
Lucky, my cat, was not happy. I decided to purchase him one of the best cat toys I could find to make up for the loss, but the memory of that lucky hummingbird has stayed with me every since!
