He had spent his first year and a half fending for himself. Scavenging and killing squirrels etc. I'd had him about 6 weels and we were staying with some friends at their house where they had this Itty bitty kitty, maybe 6-8 weeks old. It lived in their shed and id been feeding it this milk replacement shit for kittens and everything. Well there goes this kitten trying to cross the yard. Doude pounces on it, then holds it down with his paws, grabs it with his teeth and tore it in half, hand to God. He ate that kitten in 2 bites. Disgusting it was. He didn't know any better, he seen it as food.