Beware: Don't Cross the Line

There is a line; I have a line... It is really hard to find, and practically impossible to cross...

But... it can be done, and that's when things get 'ugly.'

I can and have taken anything that comes at ME... it doesn't matter; it all balances out in the end: I still find a way to come out 'on top' (I'll find a way to look at it that way eventually, at least)...

DON'T mess with the people, animals, objects, or ideas that I actually care about though. There aren't many of those, but don't mess with what I love.

I will fight for justice for them where I would normally just let it go if it only affected me. I will do anything for them (the list is short, I'm not promising much). If necessary, I will find a way to exact fair vengeance on their behalf.

Now, that brings me to my current world obsession:

A coyote crossed the line (at least that's the way it looks right now... I'm giving it a little while to play out).

That cat, my first pet, and my first chosen love (unfortunately, you don't chose your family, though I would have chosen the same family) had a few more good years ahead. She was almost eleven years old and an outside cat, but our cats live to be 14+ on average (and she was healthier than the average).

I miss Bitsy.

She disappeared about a week ago or so... she'd never been gone for more than a day before. There's no body in the ditches, and we're waiting for response from the signs... not much hope left, and the coyotes have been more active than in the past.

If nothing changes, they can expect a fair trade... If there are so many of them that they have to go after my cat, then I'll help their population problem before it adversely affects any other innocent lives...

Let's just say I'll be spending some hours sitting on a lake shore in the dark, waiting... and I don't plan on missing.