13 June 2018
912
R. Linda:
We have new neighbours who moved in a few acres away, which is next door. I have not met them yet, and am a bit confused as to who they are. I went to the town hall last Friday to renew dog licenses for the habitual offenders at home, who when together take off at any opportunity that presents itself, so licensing be essential upon this disappearing act where for hours in a day they be gone doing God knows what (probably killing chickens -- everyone seems to have chickens), and then I get the phone call, "Mr. O'Sullivan are you missing your dog?" You don't know how many times I wanted to say, "Uh no, so keep whoever it is you have there officer." But usually, I have worried children listening in hoping Fido's return be eminent. Sigh.
Anyway, when I was down at the clerk's office doing the deed to keep at least one of them legal (the other hound belonging to the Dragon lady is licensed in New Jersey, a fat lot of good that does up here), I was asked if I had met me new neighbours. Hell, I didn't even know the place was for sale, let alone sold, so no, no I had not met them.
"Oh, they are two nice ladies from Vermont getting married at the house this Saturday." Said the clerk all smiles.
"To each other?" I was not expecting new neighbours let alone a wedding.
"Yes, yes I think so." That was the answer.
Well, I got the license and home I drove and had to pass the new neighbour's house but I saw nothing there (not that I have a clear view, all the homes are secluded). I shrugged and thanked me lucky stars that Dragon did not know that the house had been on the market because we knew what would have happened, she'd be me permanent neighbour and we can't have that.
Well, no wedding happened that I knew of and the only person I've seen was a man racing a four-wheeler up and down the driveway. When he isn't doing that I can hear him calling the dog (I assume it's his) and that's it. Until this afternoon, when I was sitting out on the back porch working from home, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I was so busy I hadn't noticed a woman walking between our homes trying to get a cell phone signal until she had her back to me and was walking back to the property next door. It was then that I saw our 'bobcat' running after her. I figured time for Gabe to run inside because, for all intents and purposes, our cat Chester looks like a young bobcat and well, can you imagine, you are on your phone, walking to your safe abode WHEN you hear what sounds like a meow, you turn around and DAMN it's a bobcat running toward you?
I have no clue what happened, but on the town web page, there be a photo of our very own Chester letting everyone know it's a cat, not a bobcat, just hasn't a tail and unfortunately has the right colour and markings to be mistaken for it's wilder cousin. I tell ya! I hope the woman has been to the town site so she knew, but the scream I think I heard tells me she had not.
In keeping with the subject of Chester, the youngest once again went to school and there was a lesson on taking care of pets and what benefit they can give one. Well, at the end was another questionnaire that the wee ones were asked about and their answers were written down and sent home. Yup, I thought feeding rabbits to help the earth was off-kilter, but no, no, this be even better.
He should have put his pet loves to scare people as he is permanently dressed as a bobcat, AND not only does he eat flies, he probably eats frogs too. His favourite thing to do is not play and jump, no that he leaves for the mice and chipmunks he viciously bats around. BIG SIGH.
Gabe
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912
R. Linda:
We have new neighbours who moved in a few acres away, which is next door. I have not met them yet, and am a bit confused as to who they are. I went to the town hall last Friday to renew dog licenses for the habitual offenders at home, who when together take off at any opportunity that presents itself, so licensing be essential upon this disappearing act where for hours in a day they be gone doing God knows what (probably killing chickens -- everyone seems to have chickens), and then I get the phone call, "Mr. O'Sullivan are you missing your dog?" You don't know how many times I wanted to say, "Uh no, so keep whoever it is you have there officer." But usually, I have worried children listening in hoping Fido's return be eminent. Sigh.
Anyway, when I was down at the clerk's office doing the deed to keep at least one of them legal (the other hound belonging to the Dragon lady is licensed in New Jersey, a fat lot of good that does up here), I was asked if I had met me new neighbours. Hell, I didn't even know the place was for sale, let alone sold, so no, no I had not met them.
"Oh, they are two nice ladies from Vermont getting married at the house this Saturday." Said the clerk all smiles.
"To each other?" I was not expecting new neighbours let alone a wedding.
"Yes, yes I think so." That was the answer.
Well, I got the license and home I drove and had to pass the new neighbour's house but I saw nothing there (not that I have a clear view, all the homes are secluded). I shrugged and thanked me lucky stars that Dragon did not know that the house had been on the market because we knew what would have happened, she'd be me permanent neighbour and we can't have that.
Well, no wedding happened that I knew of and the only person I've seen was a man racing a four-wheeler up and down the driveway. When he isn't doing that I can hear him calling the dog (I assume it's his) and that's it. Until this afternoon, when I was sitting out on the back porch working from home, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I was so busy I hadn't noticed a woman walking between our homes trying to get a cell phone signal until she had her back to me and was walking back to the property next door. It was then that I saw our 'bobcat' running after her. I figured time for Gabe to run inside because, for all intents and purposes, our cat Chester looks like a young bobcat and well, can you imagine, you are on your phone, walking to your safe abode WHEN you hear what sounds like a meow, you turn around and DAMN it's a bobcat running toward you?
I have no clue what happened, but on the town web page, there be a photo of our very own Chester letting everyone know it's a cat, not a bobcat, just hasn't a tail and unfortunately has the right colour and markings to be mistaken for it's wilder cousin. I tell ya! I hope the woman has been to the town site so she knew, but the scream I think I heard tells me she had not.
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| Can't you just see THIS running up behind you? |
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| I have yet to see Chester suit up to play ball, and playing and jumping, uh not so much, BUT the eating of flies? I wouldn't put it past him. |
Gabe
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