oh, a little Godfather theme, yikes Guttermutter.
I've got four cats, the latest is our bright orange boy we called Robert Red Furred. He is being taught to "hunt" by Peanut, our Alpha Male. Every night I hear them howling and go look in the hall, where they've dragged some object, usually a sock and are hunkering over it. Cats that are inside have the instinct to hunt, but not the "objects" so they improvise.
The double pawed cats mentioned are actually called polydactyls. They look like they are walking on little catcher's mitts.