I've done my share of hunting. As the senior cat in the house I get to rest like this while the boys are now in charge of hunting bugs. The reality of living in South Carolina is sometimes there will be a bug in the house.
The other day we had an ant invasion — those tiny annoying sugar ants. It happens once a year usually in the spring when it's been dry. The ants had found a wayward treat in the pantry that the kittens must have knocked under the door. Loki showed Mom the ants. He's the first McKitten-Cat to ever give an ant any notice. But he hunted them like an aardvark and snoopervised Mom's cleanup.
Now Aslan likes to play ball. I've mentioned before how he'll hunt a foil ball and play fetch. He had been doing that one night until the ball vanished. So later Dad was asleep and Mom was up watching TV because she can't sleep. Well Aslan came up and dropped something in Mom's hand. She was expecting the ball, not a roach. She threw it on Dad, screaming "there's a roach in the bed!" Dad hopped up and finished the "hunt" for Aslan. Then Aslan got a treat for being a good hunter.
(OK, this makes us sound dirty. Our house is clean. These are rare instances but it unfortunately is what sometimes happens in the South.)