This post is about the story, not the photography. In fact, since these were shot with a long telephoto, at an extreme angle through a window, and hand held, they are not very good at all. So please forgive the photos and listen to the story.
I was at Tina's fairly early in the morning one day last week and I saw the orange cat from the neighborhood crouched under a bush in the back. Something moved in the brush about eight feet away and he went into full hunt mode. A few minutes later, I could see a small rabbit messing around in the brush, and a moment later the cat pounced. The rabbit darted back into the brush, but the cat was fast and caught him. He emerged from the brush with a rabbit half his size in his mouth. He stalked off down a ditch, prey in his mouth and came out on the other side of the house. I grabbed my camera, mounted the telephoto, and ran to a window on that side. By the time I got the blinds up and could see, the cat had released the rabbit, as they are prone to do, and let him crawl off, waiting to tease and torture the poor animal to death.
The rabbit was obviously severely injured. He dragged himself away from the cat about ten feet, his hind legs not working at all, until he could go no further. The cat stayed frozen for a while, and then moved off to the left, waiting on the rabbit to make a move so he could continue his game. The rabbit sat there for a few minutes, and then, like he was a mechanical rabbit at the dog track, off he went. At this point he appeared to have suffered no ill effects from the capture, and he easily outran the cat and disappeared into the brush with the cat giving full chase but falling so far behind that he gave up.