We live in a clearing surrounded by acres of woods with a few neighbors behind us at the top of the ridge that we can't see except for in winter when there are no leaves on the trees.
I was talking on the phone to a friend last week telling her about our neighbor's cat Jack. I told P that he often comes down the mountain to visit us and that he likes to hunt in our yard.
P responded rather vehemently :"He hunts in your yard? And you let him? That's dangerous!"
Wondering why she was getting so upset I told her that he especially likes to go under the house in the crawlspace to hunt. "What?" P exclaimed.loudly "Oh my God why?"
"Because there is lots of good stuff under there'" I explained calmly. "Voles, mice, chipmunks."
"P" I asked, "Did you hear me when I said Jack is a cat?"
" A CAT!!!" P stated back. " I thought you were talking about a person named Jack!!"
We had a good chuckle over this, imagining a human hunter, rifle slung over his shoulder, dressed in camouflage clothing, crawling around in the tiny space under the house looking for prey!
|Jack the cat hunting for voles.|