Cougars & Cougars

It is late when I rise the morning after the Jazzbones gig. I resolve to take Ernest the canine on a nice long walk on our day off. Just as I'm leaving with dog in tow, Andrew informs me that a cougar has been sighted in a neighbor's tree, mere blocks away. Hmmm. Scary...but the cougar already hit on me last night and I survived--after all, I'm brave!

As it turns out, Ernest & I are not to be the feast of a carnivore and we arrive home unmolested and undigested by either type of cougar.


Perhaps the power of suggestion works its dubious magic, for that evening Heather & I carnivorously roast game hens.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.