THE BOBCAT

Faithful reader(s) know we have some bobcats in our neighborhood. One faithful reader saw one on a walk with us.

Our neighbors are divided on their presence. Those with small animals are anti-bobs while those petless, seem to want them around. The HOA who governs our every breath, but who in actuality do next to nothing, told us they were going to do nothing. Yeah, I thought. I mean who was here first?

I know, if you follow that logic, then the Native Americans/Indians who own all the casinos should be able to get into our subdivision without guard gate approval. I spoke to one on Friday who was in the 'hood. I even gave him a jump when his truck battery died. But I had called him earlier to fix a leak *who knew--it doesn't rain much here* so he had approval. But, as usual, I digress. Did he fix it, as I continue in the rabbit trail diversion? Who knows? By the time it rains, I may have another leak or two.

So, I a staunch supporter of the bobcats, may have a change of heart. Because, our house is fenced or walled in. All the way around. No stray dogs, no coyotes anymore. But what did we find in the front yard this morning? Bobcat poop.

Yep. What kind of statement that makes, well I'm just not sure. But no other animal had access. The bobcat could easily jump our walls. I've seen one of them do it just a few blocks away. So. There you have it.

I just hope he (seriously) was not after some newborn quail who made their nest in our aloe plants last week. But I think they've already departed along with their parents.

By the way, I didn't clean it up. I hope they come back. A little poopy is a small price to pay for some beautiful bobcats.