They have yet to master doorknobs, and therefore have yet to gift me with anything raw or wrigglin’.

Over here in Europe (Germany) we generally don’t have (round) doorknops, but handles. These are mastered quite expertly by them (if they go easy enough to be operated by their weight …).
Opening cabinet doors is a sight to behold! I hope I can one day make a video of them opening my cabinets. They put a paw to the handle, standing on their hind legs and then take a few steps backwards – et voilà – open is the door.

They have yet to master doorknobs, and therefore have yet to gift me with anything raw or wrigglin’.

However, a friend once had a cat that had been separated from his mum too young. He knew how to catch things, but left the killing to her.

He also couldn’t groom himself, which meant that my friend had to pull the slugs and other riders from his fur.

In such manner she came to loathe garter snakes, frogs, salamanders, and many other beasts of field and woodland. As well as, eventually, cats.

She once said that it would have been okay did he not drop whatever tasty morsel he brought into the tub while she was showering. Her husband became adept at arising with wrathful broom in hand almost before the despairing wail was out of her mouth.