And what would be Bigfoot’s name?
I’m a believer that black cats bring good luck. At least my long gone kitty-baby, Pitch, did. Whether Haricot brings good luck to you, or Clarence, or both of you, I hope she is lucky herself and stays away from the type of human who thinks it is cool to torture a black cat around Halloween. I love that you have yet another friend.
Are there jays about? Crows are very leery of hoomans, but jays can be coaxed closer by giving them peanuts and such. There are a couple of scrub jays that fly right down to within a few feet of me when I’m putting nuts in the feeder. I suspect that if I just sat down out there, they would eventually habituate to my presence.
I have had, for several years a Bluejay bunch.
All they do is fight each other and chase smaller birds off. They are gluttonous. They will eat everything in the bird feeders. Nearly as larcenous as Squirrels.
Luckily I have nut and acorn trees so the squirrels ignore the feeders.
The crows that frequent my yard have a few white feathers on one wing. I understand this is a genetic/ familial trait. I think the crows here come from the same clan.
If Son-of-a-wrek comes on the place they immediately fly and hide. I accuse him of shooting crows. He swears he never did.
His story is he had a bag of trash in his truck and the crows were into it and he made a big scene of scaring them away. They’ve never forgotten and pass it down to the next generation. It should be 3or4 generations after the fact.
Again???
The hobo symbol for “A good lady lives here” was a cat. I don’t know what the animal equivalent is, but I bet it’s in the woods near your house.
Or a Cathouse. Works either way.
You should know, Mister Catfish.
I had dialysis today. I sat out Clarence’s breakfast, didn’t have to wait for his slow ass to eat.
So …I left.
Felt guilty all morning.
When I got home I looked in his bucket home and he wasn’t there.
I was worried.
I sat on the deck waiting for new developments development. No dice.
He was a bit of, 8
Sorry had to go for a minute
Anywhoo. Clarence was not around. I wasn’t really worried yet.
I looked his Bucket house. He wasn’t there but a a big black snake was.
I was thinking what could I do do easily, so no kids will be scared or I don’t get bit.
I got preggers DIL and mid daughter.
Sure we could do something
Ohh, my. Good vibes for Clarence! I suspect that he found a snake in his bucket, and ambled off elsewhere.
How’d you guess?
We got a lid on the bucket and let him free at the pond.
Clarence was happy when he ambled out of the woods and promptly went to his bucket beddy- bye
That ‘possum ain’t right’
Look at my user name and avatar, Beck. I am strong in the Force. 
I’m glad that he’s OK.
Heck, I’m thinking of ambling off somewhere.
How’s the new cat doing, Beck?
StG
“The new cat”? Please show some respect and decorum. You will refer to her as “Miss Haricot”. 
Miss Haricot is a sweetie.
She’s cuddlesome.
Bear, otoh, was driving us bonkers. He howled incessantly after his and Meekos dinner.
I couldn’t figure out what his grievance was. I turn the dryer on so he would get in his dryer bed and sleep. No dice. He just howled.
I finally looked in his bed. There was a used dryer sheet in there. Crazy animal. :: smack::
Well, what could it possibly be???
First, a stray dog with no tail usurps his “Most Favored” status, Then along comes a mangy old possum, knocking him down another peg. Then, the Final Insult: A Free Cat!
Homeboy cost like a thousand bucks or something. Of course he’s pissed! I surprised he hasn’t shit in your slippers.
Nope. Mr. Fish. Bear poops in the toilet just like people’s do.
He is a higher order of mammal.
Or an alien from another planet.
One of them must be true.
Clarence astounds Beck once again:
I was lounging on my deck chair. We had had chicken and dumplings. I saved Clarence some.
I send a grandwrex to the garage fridge to get the bowl.
I let them get luke-warm and put dumplings under my deck chairs
. I knew Clarence would come up and investigate.
The Chihuahuas we’re aggravating me 'cause they wanted the dumplings.
I got up to put them inside. Clarence came up at the same time. He ate his treat.
He put his little feet’s up on the foot rest of the chair. Looking for more treats.
The next thing I know he’s got his pudgy butt right up on the chair. I didn’t dare move.
He was wiggling his nose sniffing around. He sniffed my foot. It tickled.
He decided there were no more treats. Moved around in circles and laid down and went to sleep, right by my right foot.
In fact he was leaning on my foot. If I moved my foot he would roll off the chair.
He grows friendlier by the day.
I’m beginning to worry about the coming winter.
I gotta come up with a way he can stay warm and dry.