Growing up decades ago, we had an orange tabby, kinda wirey in build, named Rusty.
Sweetest cat to humans. If you took your fingers, while standing straight up, and rubbed up and down on your chest, he’d jump right up in your arms to be snuggled.
Squirrels, birds, mice, rabbits, snakes......he’d take them all out. Very bad-ass hunter.
Sounds like Tasha, my little calico, although she wasn't a hunter. I mostly kept her indoors as did her previous owner--this is coyote country. She passed away at 18 on Election Day, 2016.