In which my slumber is curiously disturbed.
Already to bed too late last eve', I was pulled from sleep slowly by that hellish wailing noise we have discussed here before. It started as if in my dreams and became real when my wife nervously woke me up.
3:50 A.M. the digital lear of the clock glared at me. This seemed darn near under my front window and would not let up. So there's me walking out front to see what was up. Turn the front light, step on to the porch and darn, this seemed odd.
I saw one set of eyes to the right dart away from about 30 yards out but only 10 yards off my step was a very smallish fox and my cat nose to nose.
I have an outside cat, I may have mentioned before, well kept, shots, etc.
He's content to stay around the yard and don't wander much. Normally, if another cat shows face there's fightin' like all heck and he's been very put out by a raccoon once. He's a little cat, not big at all and pretty timid.
Well, here they sat, perhaps six inches nose to nose, my cat sitting comfortably in that pose where they tuck in the front paws and flop.
All the while the Fox is inches in front uttering that baleful yelp. I would have been freaked by that in my face. I was pretty concerned and called the cat. He turned to me got up and trotted over like nothing was amiss. He gave the fox a look back and then came up to me and took his place on a chair on the porch. All the while the fox stood it's ground in an agressive stance, got closer to the porch and now was giving me the business.
This went on for about three minutes while I cautiously stepped toward him just to see what was up. He was very small and took a stance that reminded me of an annoying little Chiuahua yipping away at a stranger. A got down on my haunches and sat and finally he just zipped off and out of the yard.
Bloody hell!, I thought. What just happened here? I looked at the cat, looking back at me. He looked around me to where the fox went and that was about it.
I have heard in tough times a fox may go for a cat but even big dogs stay from cats because in all seriousness a cat will tear your furry dog ass up in a fight if it realizes you're trying to eat it. As it was my yard is sick with rabbits and my cat would obviously pose a difficult prospect. But was the pup really thinking that when all he did was sit in the cat's face and screech? And what the heck was my cat thinking? Never so much as a hiss or a growl. Stupid cat.
So back to bed. It's four A.M., I've been disturbed (in more ways than one) and I want to sleep. My wife asks what was up. Just a fox, says me.
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Already to bed too late last eve', I was pulled from sleep slowly by that hellish wailing noise we have discussed here before. It started as if in my dreams and became real when my wife nervously woke me up.
3:50 A.M. the digital lear of the clock glared at me. This seemed darn near under my front window and would not let up. So there's me walking out front to see what was up. Turn the front light, step on to the porch and darn, this seemed odd.
I saw one set of eyes to the right dart away from about 30 yards out but only 10 yards off my step was a very smallish fox and my cat nose to nose.
I have an outside cat, I may have mentioned before, well kept, shots, etc.
He's content to stay around the yard and don't wander much. Normally, if another cat shows face there's fightin' like all heck and he's been very put out by a raccoon once. He's a little cat, not big at all and pretty timid.
Well, here they sat, perhaps six inches nose to nose, my cat sitting comfortably in that pose where they tuck in the front paws and flop.
All the while the Fox is inches in front uttering that baleful yelp. I would have been freaked by that in my face. I was pretty concerned and called the cat. He turned to me got up and trotted over like nothing was amiss. He gave the fox a look back and then came up to me and took his place on a chair on the porch. All the while the fox stood it's ground in an agressive stance, got closer to the porch and now was giving me the business.
This went on for about three minutes while I cautiously stepped toward him just to see what was up. He was very small and took a stance that reminded me of an annoying little Chiuahua yipping away at a stranger. A got down on my haunches and sat and finally he just zipped off and out of the yard.
Bloody hell!, I thought. What just happened here? I looked at the cat, looking back at me. He looked around me to where the fox went and that was about it.
I have heard in tough times a fox may go for a cat but even big dogs stay from cats because in all seriousness a cat will tear your furry dog ass up in a fight if it realizes you're trying to eat it. As it was my yard is sick with rabbits and my cat would obviously pose a difficult prospect. But was the pup really thinking that when all he did was sit in the cat's face and screech? And what the heck was my cat thinking? Never so much as a hiss or a growl. Stupid cat.
So back to bed. It's four A.M., I've been disturbed (in more ways than one) and I want to sleep. My wife asks what was up. Just a fox, says me.
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