Not the brightest bulb

Oh, Gracie. Oh, kitty of little brain. Don’t get me wrong: it’s not that I want you to bring me a bird or a mouse. I much prefer the nice, leafy twig you brought in, excitedly, from the yard, and that you come back to and paw at before you get bored. I can't pretend, however, that as your kitty mommy, I'm not concerned about your choice of prey. Good thing you're not trying to survive in the wild.