First, the cat came back. It was getting dark and I sat on the couch watching tv. I had the patio door open since it was a nice evening. I saw the cat walking across the patio and started meowing at him. He walked right up to the screen. He looked into the room trying to find the cat. He looked at me and got a suspicious look on his face. “You aren’t a cat,” it seemed to say. He turned and walked away. I watched him saunter over to the neighbors.

Saturday morning I went to the store and had put the groceries away. I looked out the screen door and noticed some movement to my right. The cat was in the elbow of a branch of a tree close to the house. It was trying to hide while also being all puffed up. Something had really scared it. My first thought was that I had scared it, but it wasn’t me. I looked and at the base of the tree was a coyote. It was a big beautiful creature with a wonderful coat, and it was looking right at me. My first thought was to take a picture and earn internet points. Then I realized the cat was only about three feet off the ground and the coyote could probably reach it. So without any thoughts to my own safety, or really any thoughts but “MUST SAVE KITTEH,” I flung the screen door open and stormed out yelling. The coyote took off down the hill. The cat jumped out of the tree and sprinted into the neighborhood. I went to the edge of the hill and yelled at the coyote some more until it slunk back beyond the stream at the base of the hill. Then a heard some noise and saw something bounding halfway up the hill. It was a young deer that was now trapped between me and the coyote. It kept looking between us. I tried to reason with the deer that it needed to be afraid of the coyote and not me. I went back inside and all the wildlife wandered away. I haven’t seen the cat, coyote, or deer since.

Not A Picture of My Coyote