I suspect keeping my cats as indoor moggies may have blunted some of their predatory nature. Or possibly given them an abnormal sense of what constitutes 'Prey'.
I've started letting them outdoors, and someone brought me back their first kill the other day.
A piece of toast.
I like to think that they stalked it for hours, slinking belly low over the ground until the fatal pounce, killing it with a ferocious shake of the head. A spurt of crumbs showered the birds who had been dining on it, as they looked on, disbelieving. And moggy, mrowling the happy killer mrowl, dragged the carcass back home to show off to me.
I must teach them to hunt me chocolate...
