She was annoyed that I made her come in. DP and Bill saw her prowling the neighbor’s yard the other night when they came home from running; she’s obviously in the habit of wandering the neighborhood now at night. We’re trying to remember not to let her out in the evening, even when it’s still light.
Well, must get back to Frank, and Tom wants the computer for something involving dragons.
I’ve always been too afraid of predators to let my cats out. The white cat we had growing up was shot with an arrow by the neighborhood bully, and we had to have a cast put on her right rear leg.
Most dogs were farm dogs, so we seldom saw any strays, anywhere.