Monday, April 18, 2016

No Sirree, Bobcat!

As I turned T-Hoe into the garage Thursday evening (POOF! You're a garage! Heh, heh. I crack myself up), The Pony shouted, "Look! A bobcat!"

Let the record show that only Wednesday morning, we saw a coyote cross the road in front of us at the turn-in to the school parking lot. My first in-person coyote. Right there in civilization. So when The Pony shouted about a bobcat, I was intrigued. I've never seen a bobcat in person, either. A panther, yes. Bobcat, no.

"Where? Where's the bobcat?"

"Over there! Under the carport!"

Um...under the carport? I backed up to get a look. I started wondering what we were talking about.

"You mean a Bobcat? Like a little dozer? Did Dad buy a Bobcat and not tell me?"

"No! The animal. Right there! I don't believe you can't see it!"

Then I did.

"Pony. That's a cat. A domestic cat. A foreign cat to us. But still a cat."

"NO! It's a bobcat! Look at it!"

"Get me a picture. Here. Though the open front window."

"I can't. I can't lean up. I really have to pee."

"Then get out and do it over the edge. Nobody will see."

"NO! I'll take your picture."


So the picture isn't great. But you can clearly see that it's a cat. Not a bobcat. The roaster pan of cat kibble was almost empty. Hick came over to see why we were so late. I asked him what he thought about our new cat.

"New cat? We didn't get a new cat!"

"There's one under the carport."

"No." He went to look. "There ain't no cat out there."

I haven't seen it since. But this much I know for sure. That was no bobcat.

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    1. Not to mention the wrong color, marking pattern, and ear tufts...

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  2. A friend of mine had a bobcat that I had never met. I went to pick her up for lunch. She wasn't quite ready so she asked me to have a seat in the living room. Her bobcat, Roberta, Came & sat at my feet. I guess it was instinct that made her growl & raise a (clawed) paw at me. I was a young mother & I had instincts, too. Without a thought in my mind that she was a wild animal, I reached down & slapped her face!! She looked at me & sat down again & we got along fine. I didn't know that I was sitting in her chair!!

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    1. You have just started a new trend! I'll call it Wild Animal Dropping. You know. Like namedropping, except with wild animal encounters.

      You could have gone to see a David Letterman taping and been featured in his Brush With Wildness segment. Oh, wait! That was Brush With Greatness...

      I think you should film a public service announcement. "Remember...never sit in a bobcat's chair." The More You Know.

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  3. I'm guessing the name will be Bob.

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  4. You're right, Val, that's a domestic house cat. Time to take Pony to the optometrist. Or the eye doctor. Whichever is cheaper.

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    1. Funny you should mention that. He was just reminding me the other day that he is overdue for his checkup. Makes you glad you don't share the road with him, huh?

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  5. If that cat knows you have kibble it will be back.

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    1. I was sure it would hang around, and that I was getting a new pet. But NO! I haven't seen it since the photo op.

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  6. If The Pony thinks THAT is a bobcat, I've got a genuine lion to sell him. Other people might mistakenly think he's a golden-colored dog but no, he IS a lion.

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    1. Why pay for the lion, Madam, when he can get the bobcat for free?

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  7. I'm thinking on the same line as joeh. Ask the cat what his name is--Robert? Robbie? er Bob? Yeah, Pony's right. Bob Cat.

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    1. We had one that could be called Blob Cat, but he lost a lot of weight and is now normal size, thanks to that deadly cat kibble Hick bought a while back.

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  8. Bob cat as in bobbed tail? Take another look. I did see a coyote in a residential area. Looked pretty mangy and hungry.

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    1. I'm pretty sure that's a tail coming off the back end of him, unless he laid down on a snake.

      The coyote looked mangy and hungry because a coyote can't survive on kale and arugula and quinoa and tofurky. He needs to hoof it out to the country where he can get better garbage.

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  9. The cat looks like my Martha, the boy cat.

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    1. Did Martha disappear for a short time? Because I only saw this cat once. It's like he was there, then gone. I've never seen another cat around here until that moment.

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