This is Solstice. He technically belongs to my ex-wife. The cat lives with me because my kids asked me to take him in. This morning at 5:45, while I’m drinking my morning coffee in my bathrobe, the cat rocketed through the porch door with a large live vole in his mouth. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye as he ran because he knew I would stop him. Then, of course, he let the vole go and had no clue what to do with it. My son and I trapped the vole and put it outside. Then I had to deal with an angry and frustrated cat and vole poop.
My daughter has agreed to take him when she finds an apartment. I am counting the days!