TED AND THE NEIGHBORING BOBCATS

So they're not lions and I'm not Tarzan. We have two adult bobcats living in our 253 family subdivsion. And they are awesome.

We have seen them 3 times now in a period of 3 weeks. Almost every other neighbor has spotted them walking near their house or leaping with ease up onto a wall.

One of our guards at the gate said the really pretty one sat on top of the six-foot high wall for about an hour one day and just observed the cars coming and going.

The first one we saw crossed the street about 75 yards in front to us. This one, the female, I think, hangs around some friends' back patio. Then about a week and a a half later we saw the male, bigger and yellow, sitting comfortably in the shade of a driveway near our old house. We fumbled around with a cell phone trying to get some pictures, but because of the shade and sun shining over the top of the house, we couldn't discern much detail in the pictures. But he didn't seem to mind--not the discernment; the taking of his picture.

Until yesterday when another neighbor was taking his picture with a big old professional camera. As I got a little closer to look, he moved and looked at me as if he didn't remember how cool I was just awhile back. He wasn't angry; he just wasn't as docile. He slowly walked to the next house and jumped on top and then over their wall to the backyard and adjoining golf course. Hole number 8, where I'm afraid if he stuck around long enough he might just learn some new vocabulary that he hadn't heard on our streets. It's a tough Par 3.

I didn't walk our allotted miles today, deciding to send my wife out solo due to some Super Bowl indigestion or sugar haze from yesterday. I know what some of you are thinking--nothing for me stronger than a diet coke or two. But my wife reported no sighting.

I'm afraid some touchy neighbors will call the animal removal people. Those with small animals or small children. I figure they'll leave on their own after diminishing some rabbits that multiplied when the coyotes left.

I'm telling you, it's a jungle out there/ aaeeeaaa (that's my Tarzan yell, modified and not quite so loud.