Update on OJ

Just thought I'd report that OJ is doing fine and still going out at night, but he hasn't been caught in any more garages, luckily, and has come home as scheduled in the early mornings. I tried keeping him inside, but the loud meowing and begging at the door drove us nuts. He has a green velcro collar now with his name and phone number on it.

Here's a list of what he's eaten over the last week (besides cat food and cat treats, that is):
A small cottontail yard bunny, probably a baby
A medium-sized mockingbird
A large rat
A small field mouse
A baby blackbird or grackle

His hunting habits are deeply distressing to me, but I know he's just acting on his animal instinct. Still, I'm getting tired of having to go out in the mornings with tongs and paper towels and clean up the leftovers from his nightly hunt-a-thons and put them in the trash. He leaves them on the doormat. If I had a haz-mat suit, I'd be wearing one of those. . . .