SOME OF YOU will recall my beloved Jack, who departed in 2014 but is not forgotten (nor can ever truly be replaced). Since last winter, I have been blessed with the companionship of Bob, who yesterday devoured a mouse outside the kitchen window, allowing me to catch the quick snapshot above.
Sometimes I spy him when he comes to drink from the frog pool just beyond the back porch (you know, the one the black bear thinks is a hot tub?), but usually Bob hunts in the unmown meadow above the house, listening intently before pouncing on his prey the way my Jack did, and in the very same favored spot. Cats!
I thought you would enjoy seeing how magnificent he is. More about Eastern bobcats.
If you don’t recall Jack, here’s something from the archives: