My kitty has done nothing in particular of note, except catch five mice in 24 hours. He is Death To Mousies. Eats them all gone, even the tails.
(orange) Julius.
Ah, another Bane of Mousies!! We call our barn cat, Jack, that as he is HELL on mice. What a lovely fellow your Julius is.
Why, thank you, BaneSidhe. <----Very clever name, that. Although, I wouldn’t want to rile them up! 
I was really hoping to see the mice in the picture.
That is one smug-looking cat. Sure of his job security, he is.
I’m afraid the mice aren’t about long enough to photograph. He mostly dispenses with the badminton-birdie stuff; just sings that peculiar little predator song and then eats. And after the first time, he has been gracious enough not to crunch where I can hear him.
You are one lucky cat owner. My Ceecee is is hot stripey mouse death, but then I think she stuffs them into a salad shooter.
My deepest sympathies. And, always wear slippers.
What a handsome mouser you have! My mousers are all colors. I have an orange, a brown (tabby) and a calico. Since we have no mouses in the houses, they go out and bring in rats. Yuck.
Hail the Mighty Hunter! And no leftovers. Goooood kitteh.
All hail the Purrminator! 
He looks suitably impressed with himself, I must say.
I should be thankful mine has never had the opportunity to catch five mice in a day. It was bad enough the time she caught one… as she decided that leaving a mangled corpse on my pillow at 3am was fitting compensation for my years of service as Provider of Food.
That is one pretty pussy.
I have two kitties. One is a serious mouser. The other cat has no interest at all. The mouser likes to play with them more than he likes to eat them. I’m torn between gratitude to the mouser and sympathy for the poor mousie.
Yeah, this is the important part. (We still need a queasy smiley.)
Well, I guess his official portrait does have a kingly air…this belies his history. We moved in about 2 years ago, and it soon became evident that we had lots of mousies. At the same time, I had been grieving for Lo, those past 3 years for my dear orange stripey Miss Tigress, who disappeared one day never to be seen again.
One night I heard a meow at the front door. And there was another orange stripey cat! Balm for my heart and, as I have said, Death To Mousies. But, having been orphaned and homeless a long time, he was terribly skittish and he still bolts at the slightest sudden motion!