i just had to "rescue" my cat from the backyard tonight(0030 hrs EST). he's 13, has renal failure, thats mitigated by meds, and doesnt have his front claws. i live in an rural area. when i came downstairs from showering, i saw two foxes running in my yard. i opened up the back door and told them to get the fuck out of here.
when i come home my cat greets me at the back door to come in for the night. he wasnt there. didnt think anything of it until i saw the foxes. got a my sweats on, slipped on my shit kickers and headed to the backyard with a high powered flashlight and an axe(i have guns but didnt want to make a fuss over foxes). walked around the darkass backyard with some moonlight, its cold as fuck out, grass is wet and all i hear is high-pitched screaming in the distance. the foxes had a kill, most likely a rabbit. i looked high and low for my fucking cat, calling his name. no answer. i was outside for a least 15 minutes combing the land with my flashlight, all the while still hearing this rabbit screaming. nerves were tense at the moment. just as i was about to give up, i spotted i white patch of fur illuminating under a bush. there he was, my dumbass cat, lying under the bush refusing to move, prolly hiding from the fox. i scruffed him, carried him across the yard and threw him in the house. he's on my lap as i type this.
ALL IS GOOD
when this cat dies, im fucked. he unofficially acts as a therapy cat. i would go on a nightime animal killing spree if he got chewed up in the wild. just saying. i looked up the chances of a fox actually killing a cat and the odds are low due to the fierce nature of cats.
<i am at peace:)
Edited last time by Davey on 06/23/2021 (Wed) 04:53:40.