Now, my dear Annie is worried that I might catch more birds. Why not, I meow? Would you deprive me of the thrill of the hunt, the feel of feathers in my mouth, the taste of fresh meat? Next catch, though, I have to remember NOT to take it in the house. Alpha Male will take it away from me again. I can still smell the little birdie, and am a bit peeved that it was taken away. In my dreams, I am the great hunter, master of my domain!