This is a Dramatization.

Those suckers that hang around my place, tending to my every need, went prey-shopping recently, and brought be back a fresh bag of kibbles. Sweet, delicious brown kibbles. So fresh, so......ahem. Anyway, they left them outside their box, the box that confounds those beings without opposable thumbs. I ignored it for a while, lulling them into a false sense of security, then, when they weren't looking, went on the hunt. What follows is a recreation of the stalking, sniffing, biting, and then being startled away by something, probably imaginary.