Moleing

Last week I caught Olive perched on a pasture fence post.

She was not watching the grass grow.

Frog, our green-eyed, gray striped cat, is the Capo commander of our feline mob. Historically, she’s knocked off a slew of species — from cricket to corn snake. But Olive is a killing machine as well.

I’m not sure if Olive nabbed a mole, but one of the cats did last Friday. The mole head was strategically placed, Godfather-style, up against the door mat by Martin’s office.

I discovered it one footfall too late.