So The HOA was
this vague evil that hung in the distance. We didn’t have a dog, and that we
didn’t hear the neighbors’ dogs barking or see them running loose wasn’t
exactly a hardship.
Then our cat disappeared. That was a surprise. She was fine
for two weeks, caught mice already, and wasn’t at the animal shelter. Hmm.
Assuming the worse, we immediately drove the streets looking for evidence of a
hit-and-run. Yes, we’re morbid.
Nothing. The kids were heartbroken. Fine, we got another
cat. This one lasted a week. Hubby was miffed. The neighbor across the street
cited HOA rules against cats leaving your yard. Was he serious? Apparently, it
was in there. Yeah? Enforce it. The next two cats also disappeared, as did
three more from the cul-de-sac.
Seven missing cats caught everyone's attention. People began to talk
The development backs against a
golf course where foxes live and my son and hubby can attest they grow to the
size of small deer. This is my personal theory. Cat collars have bells on
them so it’s like advertising “Dinner time!” every time we let them outside. Of
course we also have owls. I know from personal experience an owl can and will
carry off a cat or small dog. And I’ve seen a bald eagle fishing in one of our
ponds. It makes the seagulls and ducks nervous.
We have another cat because my hubby is an idiot. I mean
because he loves the kids. She insists on going outside now that the weather’s
good. Stupid cat. I insist she be back inside before dark when most of the
predators come out. She’s a year old now and she grew up being told she’s going to
be eaten by a fox. She’s a little neurotic. Hopefully something sunk in and
she’ll last a little longer than our last four. Anyone taking bets?
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