Whoever said cats slow down as they age didn’t know Ira. At eleven years old, he still loves a jaunt in the Great Outdoors. So what if it’s close to sundown and time for the coyotes to start prowling? Or if the huge gray owl that lives in the 200-year-old maple tree several hundred yards away has already announced he’s hunting?
Luckily, when Ira made his dash to discovery from an accidentally-ajar office door, he didn’t go far. He went around the office building and investigated a most interesting pile of old barn wood in the back.
And came out, festooned with cobwebs, when I called him (for the tenth or fifteenth time). Can’t deny there were some heart-pounding (and heartsick) moments until he made his grand entrance. (Stage center; cue the lights. Applause.)
A routine life is just too boring for a “little soldier,” I suppose. Is it possible he wants ‘his’ book to become a script?
We lost a cat this summer, and the consensus places responsibility on an owl. So that big gray owl in the maple tree is not just a hoo-ing. Yeah, we want Ira walking that red carpet!
So sorry to hear about the cat-snatching owl in your neighborhood! I realize cats do hunt birds (as well as lizards, rats, mice, etc. – see the current issue of National Geographic for a feral cat’s eye view of the world via collar camera (http://news.nationalgeographic.com/ look for POV KittyCam Reveals These Stray Cats Prey on More Than Birds) – but an owl really represents a fearsome feathered revenge.