This morning when I woke up, I went over to my computer and laying on the seat was this HUGE mole! Squirrel, my barn cat was lying underneath the chair looking quite pleased with herself! Thankfully, Mr or Miss Mole had gone over the Bridge.

To give you an idea, I am 6′ 1″ tall and this mole was bigger than my hand! I’m so glad that it was gone because I don’t know how I would have handled it had it been alive. Maybe Squirrel brought it in as a goodbye present for Samson? I don’t know, but I tossed it up on the barn roof as a prezzie for the raptors, it was that large!

Delilah is missing her buddy today. She is out in the house and she is looking into every corner and under every stick of furniture wondering where Samson went to. I took her in my lap this morning and explained things to her, she seems to be having an easier time now. I know that some people believe cats don’t understand us, but I believe the opposite. Any time a littermate is taken from us, I sit down with the grieving kitty and just talk about the loss. It’s really quite strange though. When the cats have to stay over at the vet hospital, no one seems to miss them. But the instant they are gone- the cats know and react.