Hmm. . .where there’s a hole there’s a mole. . . .
Effie has the mole bug, probably because she was envious of NC (Neighborhood Cat) Halvor’s catch a few weeks back. Halvor promenaded the squirming rodent outside our windows for a few rounds before methodically breaking its neck and consuming it.
So far, the extent of Effie’s mole hunting prowess is putting the entire length of her forearm into various holes. The occupants are either away or not receiving.
After checking out a few holes, watching birds, and eating some grass, it’s time for a planning strategy session.
A few hours later, we go back outdoors.
If no one’s home, I’m going to do some remodeling. . . .