Jan 9 2014
One recent winter afternoon, I caught Brynn digging beneath the evergreen near the silo (nicknamed “the cat tree,” for reasons outlined here).
I understand the appeal: that soft earth is yielding… whether you are shifting soil for kicks.
Or seeking a feline burial plot.
I held my tongue but mentally, warned her with all my might.
Brynnzilla, I would not dig too deep if I were you…