Although I don’t believe I’ve come right out and said so, I’ve been keeping a close eye on the felines since June 9th when old Brother Coon made his debut. Even though I’m not inclined to think he was sick, it’s not easy to reconcile with my past experience with wild animals. If it weren’t for the single episode a year or two ago when Hydrox and I stood off a somewhat aggressive coon [described somewhere on this blog] I’d be more concerned.
But even so, I don’t trust this last one. In 70 years of being around wild critters this qualifies as the first time I’ve ever been attacked by one, even though I’ve been in close woods-proximity to a lot of them including bears and cougars. Always was able to stand off the bears without any increase in heartbeat rates and the cougars never had much interest in me.
But when I consider how big I must have looked to old Brother Coon I can’t help thinking this incident might involve something wrong with his thinker.
And as I’ve describe on some other recent posts, Tabby’s been acting uncharacteristally stand-offish, paranoid, etc. Usually I wouldn’t be much bothered by that, because Tabby’s a cat with a long history of behavioral changes, more-or-less when the wind changes.
She seems healthy enough even though she barely comes to the porch for food and definitely doesn’t want any attention, affection, etc. This morning she only spent a few minutes up here eating dry cat food then headed off across the meadow to sit staring back. I took some canned food out there and she devoured it, but didn’t encourage me to scratch her behind the ears or stroke her.
I gave her what she wanted without any arguments.
Today’s June 21 and the Great Coon Incident happened June 9. I’ll return to being insistent with Tabby when two weeks have passed, assuming she’s not foaming at the mouth or wobbling on her hind legs.