Rollerball

Another Snow White moment in northern Illinois this morning.

About four days ago a pitch black cat has been hanging around our back yard. He seems half way between tame and ferrel. He sits and watches but won't let me get within 15 ft or so. He doesn't run far, just keeps his distance then sits down and stares some more.

We've been feeding it of course, giving it some food we have that our cats can't eat because they're such porkers, they're both on a diet. Yesterday after eating the black one stalked a squirrel, I had to bring our kitties to the window to see. They claim that squirrels aren't stalkable.

So this morning I'm sitting having coffee watching new black kitty on the patio having breakfast, when he goes into stalk mode, looking at something out of my field of vision.

I ask my wife at the window, "He sees something. What's out there?" Expecting squirrel, robin, dove, chipmunk, one of the usual forms of wildlife for our back yard. She says:


"Ducks"


Mallard Ducks. Walking through the yard.
This never happens either.