Well, to be precise behind the cats’ feeding bowls.  I couldn’t understand why Mack wasn’t outside the back door this morning.  So I followed Mabel to the cat barn where Mack was involved with tearing flesh from “something” behind their feeding station.  I saw two legs poking out and Mackie didn’t even lift his head to look at me.  What to do?  I didn’t have the stomach to get closer so I grabbed the cat food and took Mabel to the courtyard where I fed her in another dish.  Later I saw Mack sitting innocently waiting for his breakfast and I thought that he had moved his prey.  But no, the legs were sticking out from beneath a pile of straw and either Jeremy or I will have to remove it.  Maybe we’ll toss to see which one gets the task.