One of my cats just brought some prey and I am very sad.
Keeping my cats indoors is not an option. Due to my carefree folly, we have too many. They'd kill each other (or we'd kill them) if they were all indoors all the time.
But this is the result. They don't bring us provisions very often, but when they do, it makes me very sad. 
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They can't help themselves...
They're being their normal, natural, healthy selves...
Does that help?
And I don't get mad at them when they do this.
Long ago, my Harry brought me a live mouse, completely unharmed. He dropped it at my feet and it took off -- and damned if he didn't catch it again by slapping his paw down on its tail! Just like in a cartoon. He picked it up again, so I picked him up and carried him outside. I put him down and praised him. He dropped the mouse so he could speak, and I snatched Harry up and took him back into the house and the mouse lived. And Harry was roundly praised and got tuna. 
I like little mice-type critters and hate to see them suffer. As long as they stay outside!
I put a bell on my parents poodle for this reason. Oddly enough, she is almost as good as a cat
This stopped the problem
Except for two occasions when a cat got out. Once when we first got Kerry who was cat #4 (the good old days) we came home and found that she had gotten out. The other time is recently MamaKat #12 got out the door and hid under the stairwell. That one upset me quite a bit, she kept crying and eventually I coaxed her back upstairs.
Even being indoor only, I came home to carnage in the kitchen one night with bird feathers all over and a partial wing. My first thought was that it was our Parakeet Bailey. But of course it wasn't.
We have sparrows and sometimes other birds getting trapped in the outside stairwell and I have to go outside and open a window and try to shoo the bird to that window. So I'm thinking one got stuck out there and managed to hop inside when we opened the door. My Ex slept through the whole ordeal.
The other time was a mouse got in and we cornered it in the computer room and then we rounded up all the cats and put them in the bedroom, not an easy thing to do with 13 cats.
Of course the mouse ran directly to the bedroom and MamaKat put a quick end to that. She's the only one with experience. Before I was able to make her a indoor cat she had killed a few baby rabbits which I had to clean up. What's more harmless than a baby bunny.
I never held it against MamaKat, it's what she needed to do to feed her babies.
MamaKat before I made her mine.
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MamaKat's under the stairs mate, they seemed to not mind each other.
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who is not allowed outdoors waits patiently in front of the bathroom and kitchen cupboards (under the sinks
they manage to get in by the pipes.
She's never allowed outside, but she makes sure that invaders don't last long. This spring/summer's totals so far: 4 mice, 2 frogs.
He is also a torturer, drawing out the inevitable as long as possible. Only once or twice a year but it does give me a pit in my stomach. If I try to intervene he quickly swallows it whole and then I clean up the resulting mess an hour later when it comes back up.
I would think I would be immune as my first cat as a child was an outdoor cat and left "presents" nearly every day. I never walked through any doorway without looking down first. Rabbits were his preferred prey, birds next and an occasional possum. Oh, and the time we three innocent children thought we could keep a mouse as a pet. Bricks holding a cover onto an aquarium worked for two days until the cat was left home alone with a few hours to perfect his plan. Cleaning up after having a live, bleeding, bird brought into the house was the worst. Walls, ceilings all had to be wiped down. Hence my new fondness for keeping my cats indoors. 
