Look what the cat dragged in

one deceased mole

Stepping out the door these days, we’re almost in for a surprise every day. One day it’s a bird, the next day a mouse, that Mirre – our pussy – brought home as a trophy of her nightly wanderings.

Her specialty is mole-catching though. A new mole had moved into the tunneling system under our lawn just weeks ago. And his game is already over. Last year she caught at least 7 or 8 moles.
I feel really sorry for the mole, but am glad I don’t have to set traps or worse to get rid of it.