Like a dog peeing on the floor, dropping a mouse on the bed has to happen once so they can figure out it’s unwanted. Unfortunately. The impulse is sweet, though - she was sharing food and play with me - so it’s just a silly story I share about her, now. She was such a great little hunter. I had her as a kitten in an old house, and she leapt to the challenge of taking care of the slight mouse problem. Or, supplementing the household’s food, as perhaps she saw it. When we moved from that house to one with a serious mouse problem, she became the hardest worker there. That memory, once the sheets were clean, became a cherished one. She cared about my well being, and giving me food was a way of showing me I was part of her cat family.