Son of Mole?

Or maybe it's daughter of mole, or a friend, or a relation, or just a passing mole.

Guess it was only time before another mole found that we have a wonderful supply of worms in our soil.

I think I shall have to have words with the cat - if we set her up in a little 'hide' she could spend her days watching and waiting.. and waiting.. and waiting.. until he/she pokes his/her head above ground. A complete withdrawal of her rations should persuade her that a nice fat mole would be a fine tasty meal. And that seems a far better option than spending another £75 on the mole catcher... for now anyway... and just think of all the money not being spent on cat food!

Yup, it's a plan.