Got up one morning and went to the bathroom, as per nornal, to adjust my water level. In the process I was looking at the world thru the window when I noticed my old Lab, Lady, trotting across the creek bottom with something black in her mouth. As I watched, she laid her burden by a tree and began digging furiously; whereupon, once satisfied with her labor, picked up her bundle and carefully buried it within the newly dug hole. Courious as to what she was doing I got dressed; fetched the rake from the barn, and conducted an investigation. Lady had buried a half-eaten cat! And although I never saw her actually chewing on the cat, I must assume that Lady had developed a taste for cat. I confined Lady to her kennel and we both "laid low" for the next few days; but I never received any neighbor complaints, or saw one of those "lost cat" posters we always experienced whenever a neighborhood cat usually went missing.
