Lately I have become completely enamored by a Web site that chronicles the life of a lady living in Montana and the coyote took in as a puppy.
The coyote's name is Charlie and she found him when he was only 10 days old and his parents had been shot for eating sheep on a neighboring ranch. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no coyote sympathizer. I grew up in the country and I've always been taught to be wary of the feral dogs. In fact, when I was a kid, a coyote ate our house cat. Another time, a pack circled my dad while he was hunting, tracking him like prey.
Not that I thought all coyotes were evil. I mean, there was Wiley Coyote, and he was a pretty sorry example of an arch nemesis. Mostly his dastardly plans just ended up with him getting squished by something large and heave with ACME printed on the side. I mean, how can you take THAT kind of evil seriously?
But I digress.
Usually, when the coyotes were bothersome near our home it was because of overpopulation. When the animals weren't being culled their natural sources of prey were somewhat limited and they ended up focusing on easier, more available targets – like my cat. It's not their fault, just nature at work.
So anyway, having had the experiences I've had with coyotes, I was particularly interested in the story of Charlie and his best friend – a large orange house cat, not that dissimilar to aforementioned eaten one.
The coyote's name is Charlie and she found him when he was only 10 days old and his parents had been shot for eating sheep on a neighboring ranch. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no coyote sympathizer. I grew up in the country and I've always been taught to be wary of the feral dogs. In fact, when I was a kid, a coyote ate our house cat. Another time, a pack circled my dad while he was hunting, tracking him like prey.
Not that I thought all coyotes were evil. I mean, there was Wiley Coyote, and he was a pretty sorry example of an arch nemesis. Mostly his dastardly plans just ended up with him getting squished by something large and heave with ACME printed on the side. I mean, how can you take THAT kind of evil seriously?
But I digress.
Usually, when the coyotes were bothersome near our home it was because of overpopulation. When the animals weren't being culled their natural sources of prey were somewhat limited and they ended up focusing on easier, more available targets – like my cat. It's not their fault, just nature at work.
So anyway, having had the experiences I've had with coyotes, I was particularly interested in the story of Charlie and his best friend – a large orange house cat, not that dissimilar to aforementioned eaten one.
It just goes to show that there is something to nature verses nurture.
Charlie's no more evil than my Ripken and his best friend, a certain ornery, black and white housecat named Gert.
They're an unlikely pairing, but they're still soul mates.
2 comments:
cayotes are the devils dogs
dad
oh, and i forgot to mention. that cayote will eat that cat. time will tell.
dad
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