So I've been all excited about the kitty in the yard. I asked Himself to send a big hunter that would stay outside, had smarts to survive and in exchange for food, he'd keep all the rodent like critters run off.
About the time T.A. brought Grimm home, I started seeing this cat with a big fluffy tail hunting in the frog pond, but never getting a good look at it. He always stuck to the shadows, prowling around, occasionally lounging under the locust tree. I only saw it at night, I figured the mighty hunter was shy of humans and probably spent his days snoozing under the trailer.
I felt a special kinship with God when I'd go out at night, enjoying the night air, listening to the frogs and watching for the kitty. T.A. and I had been debating names, even though she half jokingly doubted there was an actual cat patrolling the property.
Tonight, as I had my nightly commune with nature, I spotted him crossing the road, heading for the locust tree. I poked my head inside.
"Psst, c'mere. It's the kitty."
T.A. joined me on the porch. I pointed over by the truck, where I'd last seen him. Just as she was about to give up and back inside, we saw him scurrying back across the road.
"See? I told you there was a kitty!"
T.A. looked at me for a minute, her chin sinking back, her eyes rolling.. "Mama." She shook her head. "Woman, Ima need you to putcho glasses on. That was a SKUNK."
A white skunk. Oh well, I DID say it had a fluffy tail.