This year, Rochester and Sephie got, among other things a small fluff mouse. They both liked it. They liked it so much, in fact, that Rochester tore it apart and ate it. Of course, he did that while we were asleep. We only found out at 3AM when it came back up.
That's the good news, at least. Most of the mouse bits are accounted for, and not in his innards. The bad news is that his stomach is still upset. He's been throwing up a lot. If he doesn't stop, it looks like it's time for a trip to the vet.