We had a very big orange cat where we lived in the suburbs before we moved to our farm. He LOVED ground hog. He would go to a cattle farm over the hill from our housing plan and must have raided a ground hog den. Each night he'd bring a baby ground hog home and eat it on the back porch. One evening, he came back with one and almost as soon as I thought, "Be sure to eat that don't let that get away..." He dropped it and it raced to the neighbors manicured lawn and dug a hole. That ground hog stayed in the neighborhood for a couple of years, living under the neighbor's back porch. "Yeah, must've come up from down the hill," I would say...I was mostly right!

I sure miss that cat here on the farm!

AC

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