Meow, meow, Grrrrrrrrrrrwwww

You know the housing market in California is going to the dog......er, Cats when a family of Bobcats take over a Foreclosure.

It's also a sign that the invasion from Mexico is slowing down, because the squatters aren't Hispanic.

If you've ever heard a male Bobcat sending out his lovesick calls in the early evening you've missed a treat. Think going into a spook house at Halloween will send chills up your spine............you don't know the half of it. Imagine being on the African Savannah setting up camp along the tree line at dusk, the sun setting in the west with a purple, red and pinkish glow, the porters have unpacked and the cook is stirring beans over the fire. Your are setting in the camp chair in front of your tent when a male panther in the tree over your head announces his displeasure at your intrusion with a loud scream, then leaps to the ground and disappears into the bush. Yeah, kinda like that.

Wildlife experts may try to tell you that we don't have panthers or cougars in the Southeast any more, but 45 years ago on the dairy farm my dad owned near Dacula, GA, we had one in the back 40 that for about a week, announced his presence about 6am every morning. Milkers would be stomped off of teats, if you happened to be washing an udder you'd be kicked and likely a sloppy tail would smack you upside the head, the cows would roll their big black eyes around in their heads and look wildly about. We found tracks in the treeline bigger than any dog in the neighborhood and no toenail prints on them. That's guaran-damn-teed to make you look around like your head is on a wind vane in a tornado. They say it's sorta like a woman screaming.......yeah, that's about right......

....like a London prostitute who sees Jack the Ripper coming.