death and fear

I will tell this story in two parts.

I was watching television today, the black cat (12 years old, tuifemale,  named Tink, was out side enjoying the pre-rain day. The little one, male, approx 8 weeks, doesn't answer to anything but I call him Soft tail anyway, was sitting in the entrance-way watching out side. All of a sudden Softail fly's through the kitchen slamming into the chairs on the way, dashes through the living room past my feet, slams into the wall and fly's up the stair case and dives under the bed. Curious I get up and look outside, Tink is chewing on a sparrow, gnawing away, popping it's head and chewing on the remains. The little one is under the bed.

Here's what I figured happened, the kitten was sitting on the steps watching the bird, it's little mouth opening in excitement but being too young to call anyone. the bird, had landed, was eating something and had not seen the little one, at the last minute it saw the kitten, it sprang into the air, the kitten watched this with kitten like curiosity but as of yet, no killer instincts, Suddenly, the grass on the other side of the bird exploded open, a black streak flew forward, seemingly headed for the kitten, In a flash teeth and claws made diner out of the small bird.The kitten thinking this mass of teeth and death heading towards him was meant for him, and all he could do was run, behind him he knew, death was gaining.