It’s not our lunchtime. It’s not at a convenience store. It’s not even with me. But it’s lunch – a night time lunch.
Last night the Coyotes sang like I have never heard them before. There were so many voices. And there was such immediacy. That you couldn’t miss that something big was going on in the woods.
Whenever I hear animals out back, all I can think of is the cat getting eaten.
But, here is what may have been happening instead. Imagine if the cat has got an ongoing thing with the Coyotes. Maybe he is an honorary member of the pack?
About 9 O’clock as we were settling in to juggling on America’s Got Talent, we let him out and he was making his way to the wild wood to meet up with his friends.
All of that noise? The Coyotes were just especially glad to see him. He was joining the hunting party and the Coyotes on this side of the valley were letting the guys on the other side that game was on with Mr Cat. Together, they would find lunch tonight!
That is what I would like to think.
As morning came today, Mr.Cat was eager to come in and say hello to us. He made it through another night. It just makes me think if he isn’t getting beaten (eaten,) he must be joining ’em in their night lunching.