Up betimes as SP used to write in his daily journal, picking up Fido and then out for the morning patrol. I caught the scent right out of the car, had to get Fido to back me up on this.
A bobcat. Hissing and spitting the way cats do, but we treed the sucker, showed him what for.
Like whatsisname, the president, GWB. Mission accomplished. Only mine was. You are now able to move safely along Mountain Drive without fear of bobcats.
No, don't thank me, just get out of the way; I've got work to do.
Maybe a little nap after breakfast.
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