Monsieur Raton gave it up at the 5:00 PM liturgy on Saturday. I saw him under one of the radiators in the chapel. One of the parishioners (you know who you are) graciously disposed of our brother and took him to his place of rest. According to witnesses, he was possibly a large mouse rather than a rat. It’s too bad, and not too Franciscan a thought, but I’m glad he’s gone.