I woke up on Monday morning to a surprise. After 15 years of life Jobu, an old arthritic Jobu, had fulfilled his catly purpose. Laying on the floor by my bed was a dead mouse. Jobu had finally murdered something bigger than a fly. Yes, he had gotten the occasional bug but until that evening he had never slaughtered another mammal. I had vague memories of hearing him running around at night but I just thought it was the zoomies. I took a picture of the victim but will spare you the sight.

I was so proud I gave him extra love squishes and treats.