Instincts

The ground shook as the fierce hunter bounded after its prey. After having stalked the tasty critter for so long, the hunter wasn't about to let it get away.
Around the corner, under obstacles the prey was too dumb to realize the hunter could follow it through, and then a dash through open space toward its hideaway.
But such a fine snack would not be allowed escape.
The hunter leaped, claws outstretched and eager to tear into tender flesh.
The prey only had time for a single squeak, before the hunter bite into its neck.

"Mom!" A little boy named Bobby shouted excitedly from the living room, "Whiskers just caught a mouse, and he's eating it!"
At her son's words, Mrs. Pine gave a sigh from her seat at the kitchen table. She didn't know where their new kitten kept finding mice, but she wasn't about to scold it for following its instincts. She would let the kitten eat what it caught, and mop the living room tile after its meal was done. Hopefully the kitten's hunts would discourage the mice from nesting near (or more disgustingly, in) her family's house.