My cat is just about the sweetest thing on four paws. She purrs and cuddles with me, rubbing her soft head on my chin. My cat goes outside and stares at a bush for an hour without moving, until a vole apears. She then grabs the vole, hurts it, lets it go, catches it, hurts it some more, lets it go, catches it, lets it go, catches it, lets it go, etc. When it can no longer play, because the vole is inert, it loses interest, and comes in the house so that I can skritch its head. You know who you are. Thanks.