I love my barn owner's cat. She is beautiful, smart, playful, and friendly. She is also an incredible hunter and I had the appalling experience recently of seeing her with a rabbit as large as she. She spied me and dragged the rabbit over, deposited it at my feet, and then sat in front of me, purring and satisfied. The rabbit was still alive. So there were all the conflicting emotions: happiness that the cat liked me, admiration at her hunting ability, and horror at the suffering of the poor rabbit.