Chasing mice - the killer instinct

Bl**dy cat! I can't blame him, though. He only did what a cat does - the wee mouse didn't stand a chance. I was topping up the bird feeder when I noticed Whisky staring down at his feet, every millimetre of his face showing intense excitement. I walked over the the spot and there I spied this curled-up creature. He died of fright I expect. I had hoped he would come round, but no.