Rodent count

The rodent count around about has plummeted overnight. Last year the cat tended to bring his catches into the house, usually still alive. Usually he surrendered his playmates and I was able to release them. He voluntarily gave up the wood pigeon when he discovered that he and his fat playmate couldn't fit through the cat flap at the same time, particularly with the playmate going in sideways while flapping its wings and jerking its legs about.

This year we've been corpse free. Until last night. He left his deceased friends in a little mouse trail up the path to the main road. Four of them in total. Sweet little field mice and one shrew.

Murderer.