Honestly, I don't think I would, unless I were to go back and verify that the cat was still there and that it closely matched the description. Otherwise, if animals or animal control (or whoever it is who has the lovely job of dead animal remover) have taken it away, I don't think they're any better off. They already know, I'm sure, that their cat could be dead. If they can't actually see the body themselves, it still doesn't leave them with anything better than a "could be."
Also the reason I don't let mine out, and why I refused to get attached to the outdoor stray K adopted, who is now gone to... somewhere.
To end on a lighter note, when Eek showed up at the house in Miami (remember Eek?) he was the tiniest little baby. He was making this YOWLING noise outside and when I went to check, kneeling down (he was under a bush) he came running over and jumped into my lap. I tried to explain to him that we had two cats, and my now-ex was VERY much against getting more. Our neighborhood was pretty safe, and I knew someone else would snatch him up. I put him outside our fence, he came running right back in (ducking easily under the gate). When I finally went inside, he climbed up on the screen door meowing and shaking it. For over an hour. (I know I sound heartless ignoring that, but my ex was firm and I was really hoping he'd eventually give up and go away.)
I heard my ex drive up, I opened the door, Eek was STILL hanging on the screen. (Not stuck, just trying to... break it down or something. LOL) Ex just walked up and said, "NO." Picked Eek up, put him outside the fence, he came right back under. He tried this 2-3 times before giving up and coming inside.
We did our best to ignore him (after I, um, snuck him some food and water), so he moved into the tree by our gate. When we'd come home, he would climb down and sit on the mailbox. He owned that tree and mailbox. Ex finally (after a week or two) relented enough to get him vaccinated and treated for medical issues. (We were REALLY poor at the time. That was part of the "no more cats" rule.) But to my ex, he was still a stray, just a stray that we were taking care of until someone took him in. (Not to make my ex sound like an ass. He loved cats. We were just at a point where we REALLY didn't need another cat, and he wasn't letting his emotions get in the way of the reality of our situation...)
One day, my ex came home from work, brought Eek inside, put him on the floor, and just said "Shut up," and walked into the kitchen. LOL I found out that driving home through our neighborhood, he'd seen a cat that looked just like Eek on the side of the road. Really upset about how he was going to break it to me, he got home and found Eek sitting happily on the mailbox. He scooped him up, and Eek (despite his many escape attempts) was an indoor cat forevermore. :-)
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Also the reason I don't let mine out, and why I refused to get attached to the outdoor stray K adopted, who is now gone to... somewhere.
To end on a lighter note, when Eek showed up at the house in Miami (remember Eek?) he was the tiniest little baby. He was making this YOWLING noise outside and when I went to check, kneeling down (he was under a bush) he came running over and jumped into my lap. I tried to explain to him that we had two cats, and my now-ex was VERY much against getting more. Our neighborhood was pretty safe, and I knew someone else would snatch him up. I put him outside our fence, he came running right back in (ducking easily under the gate). When I finally went inside, he climbed up on the screen door meowing and shaking it. For over an hour. (I know I sound heartless ignoring that, but my ex was firm and I was really hoping he'd eventually give up and go away.)
I heard my ex drive up, I opened the door, Eek was STILL hanging on the screen. (Not stuck, just trying to... break it down or something. LOL) Ex just walked up and said, "NO." Picked Eek up, put him outside the fence, he came right back under. He tried this 2-3 times before giving up and coming inside.
We did our best to ignore him (after I, um, snuck him some food and water), so he moved into the tree by our gate. When we'd come home, he would climb down and sit on the mailbox. He owned that tree and mailbox. Ex finally (after a week or two) relented enough to get him vaccinated and treated for medical issues. (We were REALLY poor at the time. That was part of the "no more cats" rule.) But to my ex, he was still a stray, just a stray that we were taking care of until someone took him in. (Not to make my ex sound like an ass. He loved cats. We were just at a point where we REALLY didn't need another cat, and he wasn't letting his emotions get in the way of the reality of our situation...)
One day, my ex came home from work, brought Eek inside, put him on the floor, and just said "Shut up," and walked into the kitchen. LOL I found out that driving home through our neighborhood, he'd seen a cat that looked just like Eek on the side of the road. Really upset about how he was going to break it to me, he got home and found Eek sitting happily on the mailbox. He scooped him up, and Eek (despite his many escape attempts) was an indoor cat forevermore. :-)