Jackson was a whopper, holding 2L of beer (or sometimes, blood), this Goliath intimidated everything in the room. A while after I got him my mousing cat disappeared, I chose to ignore the tufts of fur sticking out the corners of his mouth since he worked as a very good replacement mouser himself. While I had him not a single rat or mouse was to be seen in my entire bar. Several patrons did loose fingers to him though, so I'm not sure it was a great trade-off.