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It's been colder lately, more like fall. Every day when I get home, the blankets on the couch are rumpled up like something has been using them as a cave. I suspect that back in May, I adopted a specimen of the rare Brush Creek Burrowing Cat. (Never heard of it, have you? That'd be because it's rare. D'oh.) In May, it'd have been difficult to tell a Brush Creek Burrowing Cat from the regular kind because they only burrow in the fall/winter for hibernation.