I wouldn’t want to be the bobcat.
October 2, 2009 at 9:36 am 2 comments
Man’s best friend – and ours – the fabled Karma, was minding his own sweet, dear, noble, elderly business one afternoon when the attack took place. A bobcat emerged from the creek bed behind Katherine and Dan’s home and mistook Karma for a late lunch. Luckily, even though he was injured and developed an abscess, brave Karma is doing well, other than possibly taking offense at his owners’ new nickname for him – they’ve been calling him “Frankendoggie” as a result of his post-attack appearance.
A baby picture of Karma that Katherine sent me
Apparently, bobcats are more rule than exception in semi-rural southern CA. We just received a newsletter from our homeowners’ association with a warning to take measures to protect against bobcats and coyotes. I’ve never seen one in our part of town, but they are brazenly present in Katherine and Dan’s neighborhood:
That, folks, is a bobcat in Karma's driveway!
The bobcat may have had his say that afternoon, but in the long run, I think he chose the wrong prey. After all, the whole idea of Karma is that what goes around comes around, right?
Entry filed under: Animal/Vegetable/Mineral, Friends. Tags: bobcat, Frankendoggie, Karma, Katherine and Dan, Rhodesian Ridgeback.
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Katherine Gunther | October 2, 2009 at 12:41 pm
Baby Karma made the chicken blog! This brings all sorts of new excitement to our lives.
Just hope no Ridgebacks are reading the blog. Karma is all sorts of embarrassed b/c Ridgebacks are supposed to be lion hunters and he was on the losing end of a medium-sized bobcat’s wrath.
But the scars make him LOOK tough.
And yes, the bobcat apparently failed to understand the dogma of Karma.
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pollo amiga | October 2, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Scary! I wish Karma a rapid recovery.