Swallow that cawfee and put down that cup.
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Swallow that cawfee and put down that cup.
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Gotta tell this one…. it was a beautiful day back in the 80′s, we left the door open for several hours enjoying the fresh spring air (can’t you just feel the warm breeze). During the wee hours of the night I was awakened with all hell breaking loose, got up staggered to the noise and what did I find in the kitchen but my father beating the shit out of one of these nice little cats with a broom in nothing but his underwear and yes he was covered in blood. The only thing we could figure out was that the little devil had tried to find a new home without our knowledge. I can vouch for the fact that he is not the one on the post case his ass has been dead for a long time.
I’m visited often by cats like that; they come right in the cat door and chow down on the Friskies.
Maybe if I switched to Iams or Science Diet I could attract a better class of varmint, say raccoons.
Drago, in my experience, the raccoons aren’t necessarily a better class of varmint than possums. Much better lookin’ and not rodents, but prolly more destructive, as they’re much smarter. They also will head straight for the pantry and have been known to prefer sweets. I’m not kiddin’, marshmellows, especially!
Oh, for sure, Sailor. They are smarter and like to tear things open, like boxes of foodstuffs. And a big boar coon will come right in your bedroom or living room and try to run you out of there. Believe me, I know.
Dragoman, it’s kinda hard to combine the concept of “boar” with an animal that looks as funny walking as coons do.
For years after I built my house out here, it was deep woods (hardwood hammock) all around, and I used to hear raccoons and possums and ARMADILLOS busyin’ theysefs all the time.
Now the burbs have engulfed me and I’m lucky to see squirrels and hear a few owls a year. Wah.
Lotus, where I live in Jackson (the Belhaven/Millsaps area), we see coons, opossums and arm-a-dee-yos all the time. I was driving downtown just the other day and spotted a squashed ‘dilla in the middle of the street, which struck me as rather incongruous. I mean, this is the capitol city of our state and we have varmint roadkill downtown.
But of course we have the Pearl River to our east, and a number of little creeks flow through town, and I think the critters use these to travel unobserved as they infiltrate and exfiltrate the area.
That’s a nice tree-y neighborhood, Dragoman — glad to picture you there.
Yeh, I’m surprised at the diminution of wildlife around here — I left my lot as raw woods, just shoehorning the house into the trees, and it’s not like EVERY yard has been totally clear-cut (though more than I like to see). But the critters sure are lying low anymore.
For years, two half-wolf dawgs lived on the next street over, and WAS I relieved when they moved away or croaked (howled at every dawn). Even the mean ol’ tomcat I called The Yulla Peril has stopped coming ’round. Now the only mystery is what kind of bird (or something) is making the strange calls I can’t ID. Not quite like peacocks’ but in that direction . . .
Not a screech owl, is it?
Goshawks have a pretty scary scream, and they will attack you, as I can personally attest. Do you get them that far south?
Naw, Sailor and op99, not a screech owl and I don’t think it’s a goshawk.
This is a casual, drawn-out sort of call, only in daylight, and seems to come always from the same direction (as if it’s some neighbor’s pet bird taking the air on a screened porch or something). Sort of a contralto HOOO HOOOO. Whatever it is, it sho’ got a set of pipes, I’m telling you.
Maybe the neighbor’s sneaking in a matinee?
Naw, op, note “c a s u a l” . . .
Lotus: reckon it’s a dove?