FLIGHTS OF FANCY: SOMEONE Left in a Hurry!
My living quarters has a handy door that leads into the garage, and my cat knows that if he asks, I will let him out...or in.
Yesterday he scratched his post and mewed in a polite way, and I obediently got up and opened the door for him. He paused, as usual, and then strode out into the dim space where a "man-door" remains open to the outside yard most of the time. But we both stopped dead in our tracks as a vacuum occurred where a being had been an instant ago. I know I saw the dim light flicker out that door to the outside. Something flitted! And the cat saw it, so I know it to be true. Like all cats, he is a watch-cat...and misses nothing when entering a space.
An owl? I have not heard or seen owls in this neighborhood, but they may well be out there. It is still wooded hereabouts in the suburbs of Seattle. But in a garage? Maybe it was a bat. Yes, surely it was a bat frightened away from a good nocturnal hunting spot where he might find a spider or moth. But maybe not.
MAYBE it was a drone! I recently wrote about my good idea of using a butterfly net to catch drones flying around spying on me, and maybe someone sent an investigative drone here to see if I was dangerous or not. A real drone, maybe...just the thought of it is so fascinating; makes the mind fly in all sorts of unaccustomed places!
Well, I was surprised into flights of fancy. That drone, or owl, or bat has company!
Yesterday he scratched his post and mewed in a polite way, and I obediently got up and opened the door for him. He paused, as usual, and then strode out into the dim space where a "man-door" remains open to the outside yard most of the time. But we both stopped dead in our tracks as a vacuum occurred where a being had been an instant ago. I know I saw the dim light flicker out that door to the outside. Something flitted! And the cat saw it, so I know it to be true. Like all cats, he is a watch-cat...and misses nothing when entering a space.
An owl? I have not heard or seen owls in this neighborhood, but they may well be out there. It is still wooded hereabouts in the suburbs of Seattle. But in a garage? Maybe it was a bat. Yes, surely it was a bat frightened away from a good nocturnal hunting spot where he might find a spider or moth. But maybe not.
MAYBE it was a drone! I recently wrote about my good idea of using a butterfly net to catch drones flying around spying on me, and maybe someone sent an investigative drone here to see if I was dangerous or not. A real drone, maybe...just the thought of it is so fascinating; makes the mind fly in all sorts of unaccustomed places!
Well, I was surprised into flights of fancy. That drone, or owl, or bat has company!
