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Not to tread on doc ward's memorial of his beloved cat, Violet, I think we could start a thread of stories about the crazy, funny or just stories about our beloved cats. I'll ll start. My soon-to-be wife gave me a VERY tame and loveable cat, named Tommy, that her recently deceased grand mother had raised frm a kitten. This kitten and his litter- mate--laid next to her in her rocking chair getting petted by the hour. (you can see where this is going) My best friend came to live with me while I worked as a Piano technian's assistant at UMKC. He taught in a split school in Overland Park KS. He would be home by 1pm and promptly plopped down on the couch and watched soaps all afternoon with the cat on this chest and he petting it alll afternoon. Because my best friend got a low number in the 1970 draft lottery, he promptly joined the Navy.. Fast forward 7 years and my best friend--and his new wife--came to call on me and my wife. He sat down on the couch next to his wife. Tommy, now 9 or 10 hurried out of my daughter's room and immediately jumped up on his chest and quietly laid down to be petted. I think he was purring before he landed. And they say elephants have long memories .....!
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With the cooler fall weather here, I've noticed a doe starting to hang around the neighbors back yard. I understand she may have fawned there this past spring. A fawn, I'm guessing one of hers, was in my back yard foraging for acorns as I haven't cleaned up the leaves yet. I grabbed the camera and quietly walked out on the back deck to take pictures. I left the slider open because I didn't want to spook them. My cat, who weighs all of 8 pounds soaking wet decided it was a good time to come out and chase leaves on the deck. The deer couldn't see him because of the way the deck is constructed, but they could smell him. They both went into alert and ran off. Could it be that my cat smelled enough like a natural predator, e.g. mountain lion, that they were afraid of him? Will they come back? The dogs in the neighborhood don't seem to bother them. . . . . . . . . Or am I way over thinking this and should put a slug of Bailey's in my coffee and go back to bed..........?
