Cyborg Cats: Science Fiction

The cat winced as it watched the struggles of the mice under the paws of it and its compatriots. This wasn't proper, wasn't fair, wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Synchronized, they bent their heads and snapped their teeth around the mice's throats. The cat did too. Although it had found that it could avoid the command, could refuse to obey, it didn't want to risk doing it when they were being so closely watched. The ones with the controls were there, watching with cold eyes and bad-smelling hands. The cat thought it was maybe not the only one who could resist the controls. It had its eye on one or two of the others, the ones who had hesitated momentarily. The bad-smelling ones would think it was just a delay--the cat had heard--

Inspiration: Time ticked over, and there was a cat sitting beside me.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Hmm. Cyborg...cats...trying to escape. I think I actually read a story (comic book?) like that. Not necessarily a bad idea, but not one I'm interested in writing.