Years ago, when I lived in London I woke up one morning and discovered our cat laying on the back patio covered in dirt with a rabbit in his mouth. The rabbit's not bloody, just dirty.
As soon as it saw me the cat ran away. The neighbours raised rabbits so I guessed it was one of theirs. I picked up the rabbit and it was motionless. I'd read somewhere that some animals play dead when they're afraid to escape their predators. I brushed the dirt off the rabbit, jumped over the fence, and placed it back in one of the cages in their back yard. Luckily the neighbours were not at home.
Half-an-hour later I heard my neighbour’s
wife screaming. So I got out and asked her what's wrong! She said their rabbit died
that morning and they buried it but now it's back in the cage.