Morning blogsters:

It's one of those kinds of mornings here when the toast refuses to exit the vehicle, has to be dragged out kicking and screaming in pieces in a futile effort to fool a person into believing he isn't grateful for that toast.

Meanwhile, it's also one of those mornings when I opened the door to let the cats out and they bulleted onto the porch, skidded to a halt and reversed direction finding things much more interesting indoors.

Something ugly was out there during the night.

I scrutinized the ground out looking for tracks, any kind of sign of what they sensed, found not a hint.  I remembered that one of them sleeping in the window growled a few times, maybe at something out there, maybe defending the window position from one of the others indoors.

But usually those window, one outside one inside mock battles involving strange intruder felines outdoors include threats and hisses from the one outside.  There was none of that.

But there were also no coyote, bear, bobcat tracks or scat.  Whatever has those cats spooked didn't leave any sign.

Halloween coming.  Maybe they saw somebody wearing a mask.

Jack