This story is sad and hopefully funny (ironic?) too. It turned out that the animal eating the
chickens was a neighbor’s pit bull and my cat did succumb to its wrath as well. I am terribly devastated by the violent loss
of my beloved long-time furry friend of sixteen years.
Part of the story is that I defended the cat and received
deep scratches and bites myself. This
was very disturbing to family members who recommended that I carry pepper spray
with me at all times. Particularly concerned
was one relative that had been a night-club singer in East LA for many
years. She had a magic pouch which
carried a four-inch knife, pepper spray, and a blow horn. Every time she put it over her shoulder she
said a prayer asking God for protection and over the many years of coming home
in the early hours, she remained safe and never had to use any of its contents.
Now I am in possession of her magic pouch. There is a lot I need to be aware of
here. Dawn and dusk are hunting times
for wild animals and this area is a designated “rabies” area. The distance of the street to the front door
is about 100 feet away and the mailboxes are at the end of the road, past pig
pens and ducks and chickens, all tasty treats to wild animals.
I woke the other morning to gun shots and yesterday I saw a
small herd of deer in the neighbor’s yard when I went to get my trash receptacle
to put it back in its proper place next to the side of the house.
I’ve been told by a neighbor that everyone has weed, drinks
and carries guns.
Who would have ever thought that moving to a rural area
would be comparable to living in East LA!
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