LOL. Kind of like, "Hey, mummy, look what I ... OOPS!"

But actually, no, I don't know if Ketzl know what to do with it. I'd like to
think he's enough of a man-cat that he'd instinctively hunt to kill (but only
small, unwanted critters, of course.)

You may be right, though. My perception is that he either lost his mum or was
taken from her early on, so she probably didn't get much of a chance to raise
him.

Someone did, though, and just right. He's really a peach. Big softie. Here's
something that happens regularly. When I work at home, now that I have a
notebook computer, I sit on the couch a good part of the day when working.
During that time, Ketzl stretches across the back of the sofa, occasionally
changing from an east-to-west orientation to a west-to-east, and then
vice-versa.

Every couple of turns. however, he jumps down, sits looking at me long enough
for me to realize it, and when I say "Hello" then he crawls onto my lap and
buries his face in my right armpit, and kneads, very gently, purring, for
about 10 to 15 minutes, keeping his head buried.

When the time is up (i.e., when whatever it is he's seeking has been met
with) he jumps off and goes back up topside and back to sleep. There are
occasional forages in the kitchen for kibble and outside to the litter box,
but then back he comes.

This nuzzling and kneading happens several times, with no announcements, no
fanfares nor any expressions of thanks or whatever when they finish.

I like to think that he's looking out for me and wants to remind me that it's
time for a break from the work routine.

Like I said: He's a peach!

If his mum didn't teach him, it may take some time for him to learn.
Nikki worked hard for ten years to teach Frank, but then he finally got
it. He never became the prolific hunter Nikki was, though. He'd bring me
a vole every two or three days, while Nikki would bring me 4-5 voles per
day (in good vole summers).

Oh they've had their share of Siberian Hamsters, I recall being woken up
a 2am to round up one that they'd brought to the bedroom. To be fair,
all three of them lined up at the door to make sure it didn't escape!