So I was visiting my aunt and uncle in Sweden over the summer, minding my own business, and simply eating my breakfast. I was sitting on the porch which is pretty much enclosed except for the door which is covered by a sheet. Somehow this bird managed to fly through the door and get caught inside. The cat (black and white of course like Sylvester) creeped up from its resting place. I would have sworn it was sleeping, but it's bird-dar or whatever went off, and I got to watch the entire hunt. I mean, maybe I should have been an animal activist or something and tried to save the poor bird, but I was much too fascinated by the actual process of this cat slinking from behind and then spastically (but very well aimed) leaping out and catching the bird in its mouth. The bird died. I guess that's nature.