My bedroom (when I lived with my parents) was by our porch. So my cat would jump on my window ledge from the porch and meow. You'd look out the window and low and behold he'd caught something. So yeah he'd show us what he brought home for us and then a few mins later, he'd eat it. Now I'm not just talking the innards. You'd hear him crunching on bones and stuff. You'd go outside later and only see the intestines left. Gross, but he did his job. He brought home rabbits, squirrels, birds, chipmunks, mice, you name it.
He died 3 weeks ago at the age of 17.
