The Owl, on the other hand, had hunted his last pussycat.
The Tom eventually showed back up, rail thin with two thin scars across his back.
He defended his place as the local boss cat for a couple years after that.
But that was the last Owl trouble we had.
8/8
#Storytime
I'd lost track of where they were for a second, then a bloody mass of orange fur and feathers fell from the sky, landing on the side lawn with a thump.
The old Tom was definitely hurt, crawling off under a car.
By the time we got around to where he was, he'd somehow slipped away.
7/8
He was a big, bad Tomcat, running off rivals and seducing young queens.
And the owl caught him one night right in the driveway.
We were out on the back porch when the owl hit, dive bombing him.
Then there was a yowl of pure fury.
6/8
He was older, though not super old; his tail had a knot where it'd been broken at the tip, and his right ear had a big chunk taken out of it.
He'd only bless my mother and I with visitation - he'd curl up on my lap and drool in the sun, a huge cat toy little boy eyes.
5/8
Now, in addition to a huge number of middling cats, we had two parental types.
A fat, sweet calico of immense weight called 'Mama' because she was the production factory for most of the kittens.
And another cat known as That Old Orange Tom.
4/8
My father, when asked, said it was likely an Owl.
He blew off the danger to the cats - until he saw it get another young cat, just out of kittenhood, out by the barn.
"Well, that's the damnedest thing," he said, "Owls don't usually go after cats. Course, that's a damn big owl."
3/8
After dark, there were *no* cats around.
I discovered why one night while getting ready for bed.
Looking out my bedroom window, I saw a white streak drop from the sky and carry off a young tabby.
It was absolutely quiet; the cat hung limply, too, likely killed by a broken spine.
2/8
So we had cats on the farm when I was a kids.
Many, many cats - a couple litters a year, many wandering off for their own territory, attrition by car, farm animals, illness, but most stayed.
Then, one spring, we started having noticeably less cats.
Especially at night.
1/8
Vestibular Neuritis.
That's what I'm dealing with.
Symptoms are an exact match. It's one of those things that are viral and will recur.
And it can take weeks, even months, to improve to to the point of functionality.
But now I know how to approach dealing with it.
Wow!
Still sick.
If I'm dying, I wish it'd fucking hurt up.
God help me but Cyclops.
I wanted to say Avengers-era Beast, with his glibness and fun (and vocabulary!), but Scott's tactical thinking and lack of reverse gear greatly overshadow everything else.
Wow!
I'm sad that we won't do this - Fox will muddy the issue, politicians will waffle, and, in the end, money will prevail and we'll get schumered.
But maybe we'll get a few firebrands in that'll start something.
Gotta hope, anyway.
Trump appointees repeatedly show themselves as malignant, incompetent and corrupt.
That is by design.
They further the aims of a mafia state.
They all have to go.
This really does look excellent.
Happy birthday, Uncle George!
lol I really should
Uber Driver Casually Mentions This His First Time Driving
Uber Driver Casually Mentions This His First Time Driving
I arbitrarily set a date of tomorrow night to return to work - I just might make it, too, lol
I don't need to be able to walk well to drive, after all.
Casey is a healthy 19.11lb 14.4 year old Maine Coon Cat. He had his check up and shots today. And got a churro for his troubles
Orange fluffy cat inside my car.
I have to go to work and this is not my cat.
Dead for over two decades and still outclassing in every scene.
Today is George Takei's 89th birthday!
Happy Birthday, Uncle George!
If I still had hair, you'd be my first choice, ms G = )
Jeff Beck
Stevie Ray Vaughn
Steve Vai
Special mention: Danny Gatton, the Ventures
That's a lot of jigglin'.
GMC/Chevy truck from the 90s with replacement grill, RX-7, new Honda (Prelude?), 2010s Buick
