walk past the back of the house, I noticed it, out the corner of my eye, out the back window.
Thought you were gonna say "...for lunch." They are tough, but lots of barbecue sauce does wonders. Maybe some of that "McRib" sauce...
Dan,
Can you safely fire a weapon out the back of your house?
Oh yeah.
> Dan,
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> Can you safely fire a weapon out the back of your house?
I thought the same thing.
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When we moved from Oregon to Tucson, no one told us about coyotes and cats and how they do NOT mix. My cats were indoor/outdoor so naturally I put in their kitty door so they could come and go as they pleased. I figured they'd be smart and stay within the confinements of their 7000 sq foot 6 foot brick wall encased backyard. Ya right...damn cats jumped the fence and would go play in the wash that was right behind my house. That was also the coyotes playground.
Soon one cat would go missing...then another...then three years later my last one disappeared. My one cat, Cookie, would actually tease the coyotes by walking back and forth on top of the brick wall. He was a smart cat in many ways, but definitely NOT in that way. 🙁
Wash behind my old house. Kitty disappearing area!! 😐 
Cookie, the coyote teasing cat. 
Cosmo, my 20 pound baby boy kitty who managed to last three years before disappearing. 
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Your Cookie has similar looks to my dearly departed old pudsy. My guy (affectionately called Monster and Critter) was 20+ pounds of furball.
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While coyotes are the likely culprit in your area, I learned recently that owls are also fond of domestic cats, cuisine-wise.
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Yeah, I had a friend who's yorkie got taken away by an owl. Fortunately the dog fought back and the owl dropped the dog, fortunately into her swimming pool. They were in the backyard BBQing and then all of a sudden this bird dropped down out of nowhere and grabbed the dog by the neck. Dog I guess turned around and yelped and bit the owl in the leg and owl let go. That was one lucky ass dog!!! :dog:
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> Your Cookie has similar looks to my dearly departed old pudsy. My guy (affectionately called Monster and Critter) was 20+ pounds of furball.
That cat...he was a trip. He learned to pee in the toilet, but he didn't want YOU to know he was. For years I kept harping on Miranda to flush the toilet after she peed. She kept saying "Mom, I did!!!" Well, one day the bathroom door was cracked and so I opened it and viola! There was Cookie going pee! He was so startled and shocked he just stood there. I immediately praised him and told him "Good boy!! Good kitty!!" and let him finish his business. Then I gave him a treat.
Well after that he was always peeing in the toilet, but then what he would do is he'd come and get me to come and flush it!! And if I didn't, he would meow and not leave until it was done. He'd peer over the rim to make sure it was getting flushed away. He did this at my duplex, my apartment, my first house, my second apartment, and my second house. It became routine.
Other thing he would do is "steal" off of other peoples porches, patios, etc... and drag the stuff home and either drop it off at the doorstep or go hide it in his little "Stash" under Mirandas bed. Most of the time he only dropped rodents and birds at the doorstep. The rest he hid.
Someone spotted him one time walking down the street with a kids shoe. So they followed him home and learned where he lived. Pretty soon the neighborhood figured out that if their shoes, socks, garden ornaments, small balls, cans, etc... were missing to just come knock at my door. It was funny!! I'd get a kid knocking at the door: "Does Cookie have my tennis shoe??" I'd go look and lo and behold the tennis shoe was in his hidden stash area. When we moved there was quite a collection he had gathered!!!
One time he dragged home a BEEF HEART. That was something else!! This heart must have weighed 2x as much as him!! I don't know where he found it but it was fresh and still bloody.
Dummy me left the back door cracked open for him to come in and out because it was hot that night and I didn't feel like being his door opening service. I seen him through the corner of my eye come in and then I see him dragging something and this trail of blood following him. I about jumped a mile!! HE jumped a mile!! I wasn't sure what kind of heart it was so I called the police to come take a look. They were laughing their butts off at what the "Cat dragged in"!! They refused to pick it up, though. I got stuck with picking up that nasty thing and cleaning the mess.
The next day the local newspaper daily police report says "Cat dragged home a beef heart. Owner was advised to keep cat in."
Other times when he was stealing stuff the local newspaper police report said "Cat caught stealing shoe on Cass Street. Apparently this is an ongoing problem. Owner of cat advises anyone in the neighborhood with missing shoes, socks, or other items off of their porch to please come and check with her first."
How I wish I would have saved those articles. Makes me laugh just thinking about them. 😀 :cat:
It's small, but here's the peeing cat!! :cat: 
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Sometimes newspapers have online archives. The ones around here I think charge though. Another possibility would be a library would probably have newspaper archives one could go through and make copies of articles.....
On the note of critters stealing stuff, a friend has a ferret who likes to "steal and stash" anything he can carry. Never met the critter, but he sounds like a fun rascal.
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Ok Wendell scanned the pic for me so now here it is in a much bigger size. :cat:
Cookie the Peeing Cat!! - Pic
Just wanna hug the puddy when he finishes 😉
> Thought you were gonna say "...for lunch." They are tough, but lots of barbecue sauce does wonders. Maybe some of that "McRib" sauce...
Crock pot.
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> Other thing he would do is "steal" off of other peoples porches, patios, etc... and drag the stuff home and either drop it off at the doorstep or go hide it in his little "Stash" under Mirandas bed. Most of the time he only dropped rodents and birds at the doorstep. The rest he hid.
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Never trust a cat with a hitler'stache 😉
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> Never trust a cat with a hitler'stache 😉
Haha, that he had. I couldn't ever name my animals after that man but I do know of some moronic people that are well deserving of having that name as a nickname!! :-X :-$
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domestic cats are super predators so I guess they get as good as they get. I keep mine inside, no bird killings going on in my backyard.
Coyotes are a wild animal just trying to survive. I saw one today, didn't think of killing it. Coyotes belong here, domestic cats imported from probably the middle east do not.
