I was hosting a big house party (like 100+ people) with loud music, dance floor, disco lights, the works. And probably not a sober percent there. My cat, who has never known to hunt or kill anything, walked into the house at the peak of the party with a HUGE dead rat in his mouth. Someone let out a scream and then everyone was screaming and running for the exits. Totally cleared the party, several girls crying, several guys yelling at the cat that he’s an a**hole. Good times.