Unfinished and untitled short-story for my cat

He is a highly dangerous predator. One of the three big cats. He stakls his prey along the tall grass, for what seems like hours.

He stalks. Stalks and waits. He waits for the right time. The right time to pounce and catch protein for the day. And some to come.

He jiggles his tail, in antecipation. Moves his torso slightly back and... Pounce! Catch! Kill!

He is a highly dangerous predator. His paws, larger than the prey's head. His claws and teeth, sharper than a chef's knife. His mighty triangular years, that can hear for a mile. The prey manages to squirm away from his powerful slap. But just for a moment. Right away, the Big Cat slaps once again, and again, playing with his food.