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Went outside a few minutes ago with my cat-summoning device (on Moosie’s side of the pond it would be called a torch) to locate 66% of our cat herd that should be in for the night. As I shined the beam of the cat-summoning device toward the West I spotted two things. One was the glowing orbs of the Smudge heading toward me. The other was the recognizable form of a Coy O’Tay crossing the road probably 75 (but no more than 100) measures of the King’s foot behind her...

In the following moments with the attempt to get the Smudge to hasten for the safety of the interior I did note that the Coy O’Tay after becoming aware that he-she was illuminated, chose to reverse course and head for the tree line.

If I had one of those assault weapons that are buried in the field by the silo (those are what survived the terrible boating accident) I would have had a clear shot at devarmitizing the vicinity. As it was, all I could do was light him-her up..

Shortly after the Smudge was safe inside, the Socks furbeast (who has proven not to be the smartest rock in the quarry) came sauntering up the path. Slowly. Fortunately the Coy O’Tay had wandered off into the underbrush and was not stalking the furbeast.

Either that or he-she has cloaking technology.