Of Mice and Beds

My family recently lost our cat of 19 years, a Maine Coon named Radar (for the MASH character) my mom adopted from the pound. But we are not cat-less, because my parents recently adopted Mouser:

Mouser is also a Maine Coon. Unlike Radar, he wasn't adopted from a shelter in Dallas. He was living in a field in Montana, where my parents moved in 2001, subsisting entirely off his namesake. He started sleeping with my mom's horses for warmth, so she started feeding him. Now he's splitting time between the barn and my folks' bed.

He is still killing the shit out of mice.