Laying in bed, just falling asleep, I heard the cats come out of the woods and start in on the guinea fowl.

Wildcats - or maybe bobcats, it’s hard to tell - make the most unholy, bone chilling sound you could imagine. Think of the damned souls of dozens of lost unbaptized children as portrayed in the scariest horror movie to come out of the 80’s. Then multiply it by ten and you have the sound these hellcats make late at night when they are stalking and killing.

I come from a big city where there’s a shooting every day or two. Yet I have no worries about hopping on the subway in the middle of the night, or scooting out to the 24hr drug store for a quart of milk. But these devil cats - they scare me.

Here kitty, kitty. ***shudder***

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