“Cat Eat Bird” by Sam Palmer

I locked eyes on the bird outside and felt my body go stiff. It didn’t matter that I’d never smelled the scent of a bird, felt my razor sharp teeth pierce through the layer of feathers and into the fat meat, the taste of blood punching my tastebuds and encouraging me to continue to devour my prey. Nearly 10,000 years of predator instinct were packed into my DNA and watching that fat yellow bird sit on that branch safely out of my reach beyond the window was nearly more than I could stand.