where's the Body?

I was nodding through another Sunday when I was informed there was another dead mouse(actually a vole)that needed to be disposed of.  This is one of my routine jobs.  Zeke, our male tabby cat, likes to go into the basement where he can get access to parts of the house which have only a crawl space.  There he hunts and plays with and eventually kills what seems to be an endless supply of meadow voles.  He then deposits the body in front of the washer so Brooke can find it. Sometimes he will bring it to the top of the stairs and eventually under the dining room table.  Cat behavior.  It's not too much trouble for me to put the carcass in a plastic bag and then out to our trash container.  Even in my weakened condition I can handle a vole.  That is, if the vole is actually dead!  I had retrieved the plastic bag and was ready to get the body when I saw the injured(?) animal running across the dining room floor with Zeke, Sophie, Luke and me in tepid pursuit.  Certainly one of the animals would dispatch the hated creature soon, but we were not of one mind.  We looked like the SanDiego Chargers trying to decide whether we should grab the football.  Who would give the vole even a  ten percent chance of escape?  Yet somehow it was able to dissappear on us.  I only hope that I'll be able to find the body before it smells too bad.  Please don't let this report discourage you from visiting our house. 

We are preparing for Halloween this week end.  Gabe will probably be mentally scarred for life.  I would think a child psychologist would advise not to take kids out until they are about five.  Thanks for reading and hope you are doing very well these days.