When I was younger my mom had cats(started normal 1 or 2, got insane… Highest number I remember is 37 but now she has 0). One cat was a hunter through and through. Basically there was a hall way that ended in the kitchen and my room was the first door from the kitchen. I was sitting at my computer desk, the cat was on top of the fridge. The cat jumped up the fridge, hit ground, jumped again reached my door frame, backfliped off it, caught a fly in it’s front paws, landed, ate fly, looked at me like “aren’t you impressed?”

Another time… Same cat actually… Another cat had a litter of kittens(old enough to walk and see etc but still kittens)… Hunter jumps in my living room window with a live chipmunk. Puts it down and calls the kittens. The basically encircle the chipmunk and the hunter removes its paw and steps back. Nothing happens. Chipmunk is terrified. One kitten walks up and swats it. Chipmunk runs. Hunter chases, grabs it and brings it back to the circle. This cycle repeats until the kittens have a good idea as to how to attack pray. Hunter kills chipmunk, at which point I intervene and put it outside. It’s was like watching a savage show but it was also just nature playing course. Honestly really interesting… Not idolizing the violence and death but the watching one animal teach its family how to hunt and eat.