Below are pictures of my little grey predator, right now 6 and a half months in training. What training, you ask? Stealth, acrobatics and assassination. Since the day this kitty has been with us it has dedicated it's entire energy to the total and complete annihilation of anything and everything it deems a foe. I have never seen such discipline. Only his limited experience stands in his way of total domination of mankind. This limited experience has led to it nearly dying on two occasions :
Once he got stuck in one half-way open upwards window(by somehow opening two nets(with magnets) and going places he never should have been able to go) and stayed there for at least 30 minutes, since nobody was around and we wouldn't have dreamed that he was capable of anything that foolish. When it finally understood that he wouldn't be able to get out alone, it started meowing and some neighbors alerted us that he was stuck. It was then promptly rescued, after which it slept for a few hours and continued on it's path to destruction, slightly more experienced this time around. 2 days after that it noticed a bee(or a wasp), and engaged it in combat. While it succeeded in killing it, it's paw was swollen and it was immediately taken to the vet. It survived and continues to hunt anything and everything to this day. This little guy has been to the vet more in 6 and a half months than any cat I've ever known.
Anyway, pictures below
Pics taken in my 7 y/o sister's room, hence the pink.
He has seen some grand revelation on the belt(which is probably older than me) and it has left him dumbfounded.