I was just out at the woodshed resupplying the porch and look what I found on my chopping block. It's a freshly killed mole left behind by one or both of our two worthless cats.
I think it's a peace offering.
Why worthless? Well, the first thing you see when you drive up to our place is a multitude of molehills. And no, I am not making a mountain out of this. The place is a mess! The moles are taking over and that's the cats' job. That's the only reason we keep them around. They used to do a good job, but not lately.
I'd love to get rid of these two freeloaders but Joyce would have a fit. And leaving me this measly little varmint won't put them back in my good graces. Maybe ten more and I'll think about it.
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