Should we tell them we found their cat?

Finally getting around to cleaning up a little in the barn. Lots and lots of rat nesting material, rat feces, raccoon scat...and, today, a dead cat. I was running the shop vac and suddenly had a cat skull stuck to the tip of my vaccuum wand. "Oh, look" I said to Derek, "a cat skull!" A few minutes later, I saw a small bone hand get sucked up, and realized it was a cat paw. As I turned off hte shop vac to dig out the little bones, Derek sifted through the rest of the nesting material, leaves and "stuff" and found femurs, hips, and the other part of the jaw. Pictured here? the ghostly remains of the stained and slightly mildewed plywood floor where the cat completed its disintegration...except for the bones, of course.