Less than five minutes after the dog, the goats, and I had disembarked from the truck and trailer after docking at the ranch, I heard a loud Mew, mew! My cat Smokey emerged from some overgrown grass, rubbed against Bodie’s legs, and came up to be cuddled.
“Aw, what a nice cat,” you’re probably saying to yourself right about now. Well, yes and no.
Hubby did a good job of watering my trees, grass, and flowers in my absence, but left untamed, they and the weeds have grown into a veritable jungle. Smokey (aka The Terrible Tiger) gleefully hides in the dense forest of weeds and sunflowers in order to stalk the herd of gazelles (aka baby goats) which I brought him. It’s all in fun, but sometimes his game of Terror-of-the-Jungle is unappreciated by grumpy mama gazelles!
|The unsuspecting herd moves into the clearing|
|The tiger lurks|
|The predator becomes the prey (seconds before getting boosted out of the "clearing" by Blueberry)|
“Fear not [there is nothing to fear], for I am with you; do not look around you in terror and be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen and harden you to difficulties, yes, I will help you; yes, I will hold you up and retain you with My [victorious] right hand of rightness and justice.” –ISAIAH 41:10 (AMP)