I rolled out of bed (seriously, I can’t slide out, too many cats in the way) around 6:30. There are a couple of cats in the window looking out at something, very interested in what they’re looking at.
I look out, too. With the parking situation, one of Brian’s trucks in is the middle of the yard, right in front of the bedroom window. I see nothing. Cats are still interested. My eyes are gazing out across the truck, trying to figure out what is holding their interest. I ask out loud “what are you guys loo…COYOTE!” as I see it on the bank. Brian jumps out of bed, starts putting his shorts on. He asked where it was. “On the bank.” It was sniffing around the juniper where KittyMeeze used to spend his nights (he recently moved to the fenced yard next door for nighttime, comes back here at breakfast). Brian runs out the door, starts clapping his hands and telling the coyote to “git, go on, get out of here..” He watches as it runs up the street.
No sign of Kitty, but I wasn’t nervous at all. A couple of hours later he shows up for breakfast.
I want to tell the coyote “dude, if you go up the street and to the top of the hill, there’s a huge vacant area with millions of bunnies, just waiting for you. I promise. We see them all the time when we go walking, go check it out. Stay off of my street.”
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