Catspotting.

Smoking out on the sidewalk on Saturday afternoon, I spied something in the corner of my eye slinking behind the garage toward the back 40. It was a large cat, bigger than your standard-issue house cat, a dark brown or black in color. This last fact likely rules out that it's a bobcat, since bobcats are more .... I think my dad used the word "tawny" ... in color. Still, it looked like it was about 25 pounds or so, and could do some damage if rabid or otherwise threatened.

(Bramble Tamble Fun Fact, courtesy of Father of Bramble Tamble: Bobcats are very secretive creatures. You could have one in your spare bedroom for years and not even know it.

(This explains a lot of the mess in my house.)

Sunday night, I was smoking again, and I tripped over one of Son's toys, making a bit of a noise. Over on the other side of the vehicles, the cat goes sprinting back to the carport, so graceful and quick. I wonder if he's made a home underneath the shed that's attached to the carport.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen any rabbits for a few days.

It's probably just a feral cat, really, though feral cats are usually a lot skinnier because of a general lack of nourishment, but ... it's just weird when different animals move in. Especially when it's an animal that could threaten your son's safety. "Here, kitty kitty," I can hear him saying now.

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