No cute picture this week.
Sorry, I’m not feeling the toe bean love. Or the sleeping cat, cat in a small space, or, indeed, any other cuteness.
A family of coyotes–mother and four or five pups–has moved into the neighborhood, and is hanging around the area outside our fence.
All the cats have gone into hiding. Hell, even the damn Trash Pandas have made themselves scarce.
We’re doing our best to annoy the coyotes into leaving, making loud noises and throwing pine cones when we see them. And we’ve moved the Backyard Bowl to a somewhat more protected location. The felines sneak out when things are quiet, grab some food, and vanish back into hiding again.
We saw MM late Wednesday night.
Tuxie hasn’t been seen in more than a week. This is not good.
We’re clinging to the hope that someone else saw his charm and charisma, and has given him the indoor home he’s been angling for. It could be. We know he’s been visiting more people than us, and the last time we saw him was a couple of days before the first reports of coyote sightings.
But it’s hard to maintain optimism, especially knowing he’s got a microchip registered to us. Surely if someone had adopted him, they’d have taken him to the vet for a checkup, right?
Or maybe someone spotted the coyote and gave Tuxie some temporary shelter. That could be too.
And there are still other cats around. We’ve caught glimpses of a black cat from across the street and an unknown black and white critter.
But they’re not our buddy Tuxie.
So, no pictures today. Maybe next week.