[EJ711]

Friends,

As I stepped onto the porch last night after dark, the howling and yapping of coyotes greeted me from a location too nearby for my liking. It sounded like they were celebrating a fresh kill. My mind raced to remember where all my cats were.

Our smallest kitty is a small, long-haired red-tabby named Katie. She arrived with a purple cast on her right front leg, and stiches in her behind from a run-in with a fan blade in the car from her previous owner, right around the time of Hurricane Katrina -- ergo Katie.

I asked my husband if he knew whether she was in, and he said he thought she was outside. I took a few deep breaths before I went out on the back porch and called, "Katie! Katie!". Within a minute Princess, our sleek, pale-grey tabby jumped out of the dark and onto the back steps. She immediately ran across towards the corner of the deck in the yard, and pointed with her head and body towards the front yard.

I retraced my steps through the house and out to the front porch. There was Katie lying down in the grass right where Princess had pointed!

That's all from the Prairie for now,

EJ

[DocClyde]

Oh, thats very cool and cute

[Perna]

That's a relief! Nice little story.

wow... so awesome... a pointer kitty katter