We lived in a great new townhouse development, Londontowne in Centreville, Va. Our townhomes on the west side were built right on the edge of the forest. We had all types of critters coming out at night.
One nice full moon summer night, my wife wakes me up and says that something was under her convertible screaming and making the car bounce up and down. At first I thought that she had some wild form of post partnum depression. Then I heard a scream, I realized that one of the bobcats from the forest was under her car with the neighbors cat trying to mix species.
I told her that the bobcat would soon kill the neighbor's cat and then the bobcat would leave. She got more upset. Neighbors by now were calling and wondering if our car was possessed because of both cats screaming and the bouncing of the car.
So I got out of bed put some heavy duty Carhart pants on with my biggest boots and put on a carhart coat. Then I got our push broom and went out to the screaming cats and bouncing car. The screaming and bouncing had intensified. Nothing like approaching that situation with only a push broom in your hands with half the neighborhood watching!
At a distance I knelt and shined my flashlight under the car and saw two big eyes over two smaller eyes. The neighbor's cat tried to get to me, and the bob cat grabbed her neck and pulled her back under and started you know what again. I went up put the rear tire between me and the cats. I pushed the broom part under the car and struck home. Now I was screaming and yelling and jabbing hard with the broom. The wild cat gave up and ran away, the neighbors cat limped home! The neighbors who were watching started to cheer! I felt like a hero!
When I came inside our phone rang. It was one of our neighbors calling my wife. She said "Doesn't Dave know to get cats to respond, you just say here kitty, kitty!"
I didn't appreciate the humor then, but over the past 30 years we have laughed a lot about, "Here Kitty, Kitty!"