Despite the loss of a "Fang" recently and being something in the neighborhood of 16 years old, Sylvester still loves the thrill of the hunt. Even more than the hunt what he really loves is the catch.
He would not let either me or Phoebe get near the latest prize, although we tried.
As we stood there and watched him, he promptly ATE the mouse.
How could anyone not love a cat like Sylvester?