"Crookshanks" & The Woodchuck*
Today, after we moved stuff off of the porch to get ready for the roofers, we heard a loud, crabby "meeoowwwwl, meowwwlll" coming from the alley. "Kitty! Kitty"" I called out (can't help it folks; it's instinctive...) Here came a large yellow/orange tabby, "meeowwwlll", up the stairs from the alley.
After a little sweet talking, tummy scratching, and ear rubbing, we were pals. The cat had a very distinct twist in it's tail, complete with a bump - as though he'd caught it in a door and broken it. "Just like Crookshanks, from Harry Potter", I cooed, "Crook in the tail, yellow tabby; Hermione's cat..."
As Pat and I were complementing this handsome feline, "Crookshanks" caught movement from under the sauna - our friendly local Urban Woodchuck. Game on.
After a good deal of sniffing and straining on the parts of both critters, the cat got a little too close. The sound coming from the woodchuck cave was startling: "Eeeeeeeeeeee! chk chk chk Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" I didn't know that woodchucks had voices, let alond piercing screams, but this one was downright operatic!
A pleasant experience after a day of working at school and takin' care of business....
*Note to self- Title Blog Entries.
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