Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Jake was about two and we hadn't yet graded what passes for a narrow dirt road and marginal fire break that circles the upper third of Casa de las Rocas Grande. He and I were holding hands, standing in the damp green of early spring grass, nearly as tall as he was when the Bobcat emerged from the shadows under Darth Vadar Rock. You can probably figure on how the moniker came about although Weber used to refer to it as Monica Lewinski Rock, but what'd he know?
The Bobcat stood very still for a moment, craning his neck for a better look at us. Then he stealthily crept away, gazing back over his shoulder at us every few steps, until he vanished into a rock filled mini ravine that could have been a decent creek with a waterfall if it ever rained here.
Saucer-eyed, Jake looked up at me and made an observation that is indelibly imprinted in my memory......
That's a big kitty, Daddy.
I'm frying potatoes, peppers, and onions for some Southwest style breakfast burritos Saturday morning when That Boy comes charging upstairs.....
Daddy, a big cat just ran by Katie's bedroom window. I looked out and it was running up the steps faster than Daisy can run. It was almost as big as Blackie and had a stubby tail.
Tell the gospel truth, I'd rather deal with a Bobcat than a rattler. Odd to see one in broad daylight so close to the house. That's probably why Leo disappeared while we were in Maui.
The Wine Commonsewer