Monday, our Neighborhood Watch coordinator forwarded an e-mail from a resident on a nearby street. She had noticed paw prints the size of her husband’s palm in their yard. . . ” a VERY large animal in our backyard. It is definitely some kind of cat, like a bobcat, or possibly bigger.” She was sending it as a warning to people with pets and small children.
She took photographs of the prints and sent them to the County Animal Control. That’s all we know at this point.
After I forwarded the e-mail to the neighbors on my list, I received responses from several, saying that they’d heard of sightings of a coyote or possibly a wolf. Someone else wanted to know if it was a bear.
Another suggested it was a cougar. As an afterthought, she wondered if it could have been an old codger, explaining that the neighborhood is full of them.
I have no clue. The e-mail gave me pause though. When I’d gone outside to get the paper that morning, I’d noticed some unusually large paw prints in the snow around our front steps. I couldn’t figure it out because that was the only place I saw them. The rest of the yard was pristinely white; no prints coming into or leaving the yard.
Dearly Beloved pooh-poohed me until he saw them, too. He was curious enough to ask our next-door neighbor if her large dog had been out in the front that morning. It hadn’t. We forgot about it until the e-mail that afternoon.
The mystery remains unsolved. Someone asked if I checked the roof for prints. Gulp. . . no, I didn’t. A bird wearing paw-print boots?
Another neighbor brought us half a coffeecake last night, still in the metal pan in which it was baked and covered in aluminum foil. DB set it on the counter so that we could have it this morning.
But it wasn’t there this morning. No sign of it–not the foil, the pan, or even a crumb. The mystery of where the crime occurred was solved when DB went down to the basement playroom for something and found the foil and the empty pan on the floor.
Since the doors and windows were closed and locked last night, I’m thinking it was an inside job. I have a suspect.
Granddog Ivy had to have performed a real athletic feat to get to it. That pan hadn’t been sitting on the front of the counter. I can’t help but wonder if Ivy shared with Miss Piggy, who has been stealing Ivy’s rawhide bones all these weeks. Somehow, I think not.
What is the proper etiquette here? Do I tell the neighbor that the cake was so tasty it didn’t even last the night? Confess that the dog ate her coffeecake? Not exactly a compliment coming from an animal that also enjoys eating dog poop.
A friend with a visiting granddog at her house e-mailed that she’d like to bring her granddog over today for a playtime, to get rid of some of that energy. That means I need to get out with the shovel.
I don’t want to serve snacks.
Besides, the Cougarcoyotewolfbear may have a taste for coffeecake-flavored dog poop, too.
I think we’re okay on the codgers.