Eyes glued to tiny furred creeper haltingly moving past the table. All at once: pouncing, tearing, biting. Carefully he holds it to the ground, batting the at the shining beady eyes. The body wriggles briefly under his paw, slowly writhing to a stop. He lifts the warm bloody body in his mouth. **wait, yes, warm heart still beats good must teach Love to kill for herself** He trots proudly to her room, the limp rodent flapping rhythmically in his mouth.