My adventures do not always happen when I am out west with the wild horses and I would just like to share a little humorous one with you.  This one has little to do with the wild horses.

Last Sunday well before daylight I headed out from home in -23 degree tempatures.  The day before I had found a fresh cougar kill of a young whitetail deer and I really wanted some good photographs of a cougar.  I drove out to the general location, parking about a 1/2 mile away from the kill site.  I packed my camera, a blanket and my camera blind up the road, in the dark and set up at a loction close to the kill.  If the cat returned it would offer me a chance for photos.  After about 4o minutes the light was good enough and my attention perked at every little noise.  Another 1/2 hour passed with no sign of a cougar and besides that three vehicles carrying hunters had driven back and forth down the trail by that time.  That along with the loud noise of my teeth chattering had probably discouraged the cat from coming back to the kill I thought.  When I went to check I found that the cougar had returned during the night and devoured most of it’s kill.

Not totally a wasted day for me, because I spent a few more hours checking and photographing the wild horses that I found.  After a few hours this I had to head for home, as my housework and laundry were yet to be done.

Safely at home I finished the housework and sat down in my chair waiting for a load of laundry to finish.  My mind wandered to the missed opportunities of capturing a cougar in some photos.  I have a fat cat, who is my bud, and I talked to him about his big cousins and why he could not be like them.  I laughed as he gave me a dirty look.  A short time later I heard a growling and noise in my kitchen.  Then while sitting there my mind still in the world of big cats, in came fat cat, (Kimba).  I was not paying attention and jumped up on my lap and dropped a dead mouse on me.  He then looked up at me and then at the mouse and his expession was hilarious.  It was if he was saying to me you want to see a great hunter what is wrong with me.  It made me laugh so hard at the lovable beast.  At my laughing at him he gave me another dirty look, jumped down onto the floor leaving me with his great kill.  

Animals bring me so much joy and happiness and I thought I might share this with those who have the same emotions, to all creatures, as I do.   

Bob.