I used to all the time. I had a cat that loved to bring me presents. I figured she wanted to take care of me. I tried not to insult her by letting her see me get rid of them or my reaction to them.
One day she brought me a baby bird, alive. I tried to save the darn thing.
One summer day, Simba outdid himself. Went out to my car to go to work, there was a decapitated bird on the doorstep. At my car door, there was another decapitated bird. Went to the passenger side, another decapitated bird. He wanted to be sure I saw them before I got into my car. What a guy!