Reminds me greatly of my sister's and my cats. Fish {my sister's cat} is hyper, hyper, hyper and my cat, {Miss. Molly Midnight {her full name} - Molly {her name} - Mii Mii {the nickname I gave her as a kitten before the entire family picked up on it, she used to only respond to "Mii Mii" if it came from my lips} - or Mii {my new nickname for her}} hates the world and attacks everything. Mii was quite the exotic cat. She would hunt adult birds outside, but she would only catch the babies and try to put them in the cage with my sister's bird. That was a strange morning. She jumped up on the roll-around stand in which the bird's cage was on and Lulu {our bird} was pitching a fit. When we looked over, we thought she was trying to get into the cage to attack Lulu so we hurried over and shooed her off, apparently making her loose her grip on her pet, and a robin flew out the back door. Or the time she caught a little sparrow and brought it into the house to groom. She laid down right in the middle of the room and started licking the feathery creature.