I think I've figured out why I haven't seen any stray cats out my way lately. It may have something to do with the enormous, bloodthirsty monster that was sighted near my home by a brave animal lover last Friday. One of these creatures was dangerously close to the edge of the road and she was trying to move it to a safer location when I noticed her from my picture window. I could see that whatever she was reaching for did not want to be grabbed because she kept jumping back, like those guys on TV who try to catch alligators or rattlesnakes with their bare hands.
So I ambled over to see if I could help her, expecting to see an injured cat or dog. Instead, I discovered the animal she had been trying to wrangle was the biggest, nastiest, snapping turtle I've ever seen and it's mad ... mad enough to eat a cat. I called over to my husband, (who, by the way, was still working on our broken riding lawn mower), in hopes that he would deal with this ill-tempered beast, which he reluctantly did.