The Spirit of Bucky
Sunday afternoon, as Christina and I were returning to the car outside the new house, a young black cat sauntered out into the road from a driveway across the street. There he nonchalantly approached the freshly car-smooshed carcass of a squirrel. Once he picked it up, only our groans of disapproval kept him from trotting off with it right away. He stared us down for a moment, prize clutched in his jaws, and then vanished behind the cars in the driveway. Our half-shouted arguments that such scavenging constitutes cheating in the world of kitty conquests went unheeded. And so, either our new feline friend went to enjoy a dinner of squirrel in some private corner, or his owners received an unpleasant Sunday evening surprise.
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