after 8 years of hogging space on the bed, eating, pooping, and incurring large vet bills, zeke finally started to earn his keep this month when he caught his first two mice.

he doesn’t bring them to me like a loyal cat would, he generally just stores them underneath furniture and (luckily) alerts me to their presence.

i suppose i shouldn’t be proud about the death of a creature, even a small one, in my dwelling, but it is the way of nature, and a much more appealing method of handling our mouse problem than traps or poison. plus, zeke has grown rather chunky this winter. maybe chasing mice will get him some much-needed exercise.