Tabitha felt a wave of non-human, feline hunger. She raised the terrified rodent to her lips, and delicately nipped out its throat. The gush of warm, salty blood was delicious. Tabitha next used her claws to rip open the hamster's belly, feasting on its entrails and vital organs. It tasted better than anything Tim had ever eaten, and Tabitha's human past suddenly seemed remote.
She looked at the hairless monkeys strolling around the park and realized that they were ultimately no different from the hamster whose blood she was licking off her fur. A prey species.