OK, that's not what happened at all.

My mommy says I have to tell the truth about my first hunt. Here's what really happened:

She was in the bathroom and I was meowing at the door to be let in. How dare she go anywhere without me?! So she let me in and I was chillin' in the bathroom, which is a fun place with many fun things to look at. Then my mommy told me to look at this gecko and it didn't look very exciting. Then my mommy poked it and it started to run! That is when the chase began. I guess I'm not much of a tough guy, because he gave up rather quickly and I batted him around for a while until my mommy felt sorry for him and took him outside. That's how it all went down. Not bad for a housecat, eh?