So. Does that title make you want to throw up? Sorry. But I'm not about to trudge off to the ditch in search of a groundhog. Even technologically and scientifically challenged me can see that there is a shadow following The Cat.
And, The Cat, has equally been holed up this winter, albeit not in a ditchbank but rather in The Shop From Hell. Close enough. The Groundcat it is. Six more weeks of winter.
Mais, it will give me more time to have fun hunting the more elusive Mother-of-the-Groom dress; pre-moon-itions of things to come! Yes, I know the "i" is supposed to stay with the middle syllable. Really...just because I substitute a cat for a groundhog. Aren't you glad I don't cook groundhog.