Cats, you may have noticed, are mere Jacobins; levelers each and every one, wreckers of all social forms and conventions. Cats are notoriously insensate to the fine distinctions of race, class, age and gender.
Even so, there are certain indignities and humiliations up with which a dog should not have to put – especially a bird dog of some eleven years service to the household, a lady of a certain breeding.
This – this is too much!
We fence the back yard, to prevent her from hurling herself into the sea, she’s that distraught, the poor, dear thing.
So how many of them Jacobins grace your humble abode? Obviously the coyotes ain’t got them all yet…
Bless her heart! She seems fairly adept at ignoring the issue, though. We had a Heinz 57 breed once, who would look so horribly embarrassed when the cat who seemed to adore him snuggled up for a nap.
We are at two and holding, Michelle. And yon coyotes have a lean and hungry look.
Ah yes, the cat’s third eye – turning it with a flick & swish of the tail upon anyone who desires to grab attention.
Ah yes – dogs have masters, cats have staff.
Lex, figure out where the Hobbit stashed the gun?
Cats may have staff, but dogs can be coyote-bait, too. Just got home from my rural folks’ place and had a coyote-watch going on at night trying to catch (i.e., western for “kill”) the coyotes with the nerve to try and snatch my folks’ smallish dog. Kept sneaking into the yard and yipping all night long and waking us up. Sneaky ba$tard$ know the territory and stayed out of range. Poor dog had the wounds to prove the coyote was there, too. Our dog was probably saying, “Hey fellas. Wanna play?” and not being much help as they tried to pull him into the fields. Luckily, the wounds were superficial and more took the starch out of him than damaging, though he was fierce when he thought he had backup behind him!
Keep an eye on all of them, Lex. Depends on how hungry the coyotes get who’s is most danger.
And for goodness sake, if you pull out a gun and try to hide it, hide it right! A blanket thrown over the top of it ain’t hidin’ anything. Where’s that SERE training?
Cheers!
PS You’ve been busy this weekend. Hope it was an enjoyable one.
Hmm — you’ve exceeded you’re quota and I’m having trouble posting — sorry about that, Lex.
Lex, we’re up in the hills in Jackson County, Kentucky, on a bigger piece of land than I really ever thought I’d call home. The wife went into orbit last May when she got home a little early from visiting her sister and caught me using her little dog(shares the name of one of your fillies), as coyote bait in a kennel cage while I sat a laser rangefound 138 uphill yards away with a hot-loaded and Zeiss-scoped .243 on a bipod, attempting to reduce the wiley population. Of course the Op was aborted and amends were attempted. Much better results a few days later two ridges back with a tethered goat. Coyotes are hell on calves, quick and clean is how to take ‘em. Come on up here, a weapon does not even get a second look.
Nice dog. Typical cat.
I’d love to leave the press and stretch things out a bit, Hiram. It’s just not meant to be for a few years yet.
Um. Why is the dog green. Ish.
I’d say it was my monitor, except everything else looks right.
There *are* dogs who are bigger and meaner than coyotes, and who are specifically bred and trained to kill other canids and be nice to humans, and even kitties.
Unfortunately, Pit Bulls have an entirely undeserved bad reputation.
I suspect the cops. A good Pit Bull is easily capable of killing a Rottweiler, Dobermann, or German Police Dog, and asking for more. Cops don’t want their Schweinhuenden to be challenged by what is arguably the most characteristically American of all dog breeds.
The dog’s face says it all:
“No, kitty, I’m not even going to glance in your direction. Roll on my twelve…”