So this morning at 6 am I wake up and go to let Maggie. As I open the door Maggie flies out like a bat out of hell. I assume she is close on the trail of a squirrel but as I look closer I see that it is a cat! It scales the 8 foot privacy fence and up the tree. It was definitely a do or die situation for the cat. As we both stared at it in the tree, Neal thought we should name it. I said we should call it Lucky Bastard, seemed appropriate. After talking to Amanda she gave it the Indian name "Climbs tree quickly", also very appropriate. Meanwhile, you can see the dogs on the other side of the fence lying in wait. They did not move for 6 hours until Lucky Bastard had enough nerve to shimmy the 30 feet down. I don't think we will be seeing in more of the cat who got away...
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....'sure do miss that lucky bastard'
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