I felt so bad for a cat who was in our yard this afternoon. She was hanging out behind a bush, presumably watching for mice, when I took Jamie out for a walk (I didn't see her till we were already outside; otherwise I would have waited till she was gone). He headed straight for the bush, screeching away, and she wanted to hightail it out of there. She jumped to the top of the fence, and then noticed that a woman was walking her rather large dog on the other side, off the leash. The poor cat just froze there, with huge eyes, wondering whether to face the yowling feline fury, or the confused canine, who was running around in circles, trying to figure out where the screeching was coming from. It would have been funny if it wasn't so frightening for her. In typical cat fashion, she hunkered down, and waited till I got Jamie under control, and the dog was back on his leash. Then she sauntered off along the top of the fence, got to the corner of the yard, and whizzed off. I bet she'll think twice about hunting there again!
