The Cat as Wildlife Management Deputy Specialist

Over the weekend we got reports of a bear wandering through town. A bear. Granted it wasn't a very big bear, but it doesn't take much bear to make for a scary beast who'd much rather be up in the forest than down here in the desert.

This, coupled with recent coyote sightings, convinced us that it was a good weekend to keep our cat girls indoors, perhaps brief outings with strict adult supervision (us humans). Naturally this didn't go over well with The Cat. The Cat is, after all, bulletproof, able to leap tall buildings at a single bound, stops speeding trains with a flip of her paw. Surely no bear would be a match for The Cat.

Morning is normal time-to-go-out for The Cat. She paced; she griped; she complained. So finally she went out, accompanied by armed alert guards and a battalion of protectors (well, ok - just Erik and me, but we were vigilant).

The Cat stood on the front porch, gazed out across her realm, nodded imperiously, turned and walked back inside. All in her kingdom in balance and no bear in sight, she was content.

No word yet on whether the bear has been captured as of this writing. Let's hope he or she is back in the forest where bears should be. I'm sure it'll be better off there than risking an encounter with The Cat.