It is early on a Sunday morning, May 13th to be exact. I am sitting on the patio, camera in hand watching for my little friend to show up at the hummingbird feeder. A jet flies over on approach to O'Hare, I look up to check the plane out and see the moon, still high in the sky. The sun is raising, but the sky overhead is still a rich blue. I take a couple of shots and settle back down to focus on the feeder. Something is moving in the periphery of my left eye. Slowly, still focused on the feeder, I turn my head to the left, camera to face - to be greeted by THAT CAT. Having been raised in the mountains east of Pittsburgh, I am very familiar with Bobcats. My heart is in my throat (not a good thing for a heart patient). Then, just before the big flood (source to be imagined) I noticed the collar and bell. Believe me, the bell doesn't work.

To add insult to near injury (bladder and heart) this cat wants me to allow him into our house. He doesn't live here, don't know where he does live, but it is NOT here, and never will be after this early morning prank. I have noting against cats but this one is causing me to learn quickly.