episode 899 “Meowww! MEOWWW!” “I HEAR YOU , CHELSEA BUN, BUTWHERE ARE YOU?
alan skeoch
Oct 30m 2023
OUR KITTEN CHOSE ITS HOME HIGH ATOP THE WASHER DRIER IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM
We live in Mississauga on what was once land owned by the Mississuagas.
As a result the house lots on our street are unusual. Huge. Ours is 55 feet x 400 feet. Lots of big trees
and scrub underbrush…we even have a small stream casually working its way to Lake Ontario and
a great swath of unmanicured forest. Inshort the back of our lots look like they have always been
wild.
A den of coyotes have taken up residence for years. BolD at times. But not with me for
I carry a gun which I bought for a couple of bucks at the Dollar Store complete with several
strips of ammunition. I wear it on my hip for a fast draw if the coyotes decide to attack Woody
a couple of pops scares them off. That only happened once..
Woody found out the hard way that coyotes regarded him as a meal when one took a swipe at
his ass.
There are no cats near our house any more. Cat owners keep their cats in their houses.
Those that get free have a short life. We may even have lost Taranga that way. She was found
dead on the banks of the stream by our son Andrew. May have been a natural death for
she was elderly. Or a coyote that was not hungry
Enough said. Our new cat’s father was a feral cat moving with stealth
in Erin Township, we figured his daughter who we call Chelsea Bun (because she looks
like a Chelsea Bun)… might be wise enough to keep clear of the coyotes.
SO SHE HAS A LEASH…SHE IS NOT FREE
“Alan, she must be leashed at all times.”
“Fine.” (Marjorie does not trust me.)
“Remember that.”
Yesterday, Marjorie did not follow her own advice and let Chelsea Bun go free…dragging her leash behind her.
Se was free for some time while Marjorie raked leaves.
“Meeeow¡”
“I hear you Chelsea Bun.”
“Meow…Meow!”
“Where are you?”
“Meow!”
The cry was distant.
“Meow!”
“Where are you?”
“Meowww!”
We have lots of trees…half our
400 foot lot is a wilderness where coyotes can run free.
Dangerous placer for a kitten.
“Meow!”
Marjorie spent a lot of time looking for Chelsea Bun until she looked
up and spotted the red tip of the leash jiggling high up one of
our cedar trees. Perhaps 30 feet up, maybe higher…the leash hanging straight down.
If she moved she could easilly hang herself.
“Hold on!”
Marjorie tried many things.
1)She tried to climb the tree…failed
2) She got a buck saw to cut lower benches…..failed
3) She got a ladder…too short…fsiled.
4) She thought of calling neighbour…too dangerous for Hubert…failed
5) She thought of calling fire department…too foolish…failed
6) She called son Andrew…he came with a long ladder and
was juist able to get his hand around the dangling leash and then
the back of Chelsea Bun.
7) Chelsea Bun began to purr…”Purr!”
Such a minor event unless you are kitten on a leash high up a cedar tree.
I wonder whether the coyotes were watching.
CHELSEA BUN IS NOW SAFELY BACK IN BED WITH WOODY