“What?? Pat Wenger, come back here fast…there’s a bobcat sitting in my birdbath!” Now can you imagine any sane woman not speculating about the sanity of one who thinks she sees a bobcat in her birdbath? But Pat came running and there it was: a bobcat in the birdbath!
How absurd. No bobcat wanders into a residential neighborhood, spots a house with a birdbath and settles into it. If he wanted water there is a small lake just beyond my fence that would be a more comfortable fit. Pat ran to get her iPhone; I kept my eyes on Birdbath Bob. My horror at what I saw was not just that he did not belong where he was, he was doing what he was not supposed to do: use my birdbath as a latrine.
When he turned to get out, he paused on the edge of the birdbath; his eyes narrowed; he saw us looking at him through the window. He seemed to relish our witness of his inappropriate behavior. He then hopped to the ground and headed for the back gate. My first thought was, “How’s he going to get out? He doesn’t know the gate code.”