At Yellowstone, It’s Fluffy the Snuggle-Bud One, Coyotes Zero
I wish that Fluffy could talk. Maybe then we could find out how in the world she managed to do it.
A little article in the (Minneapolis-St. Paul) Star Tribune caught my eye this morning. That’s because the title included the word “cat.” Sandy and I are partial to cats, God help us, and we’ve lived in a cat-managed household for going on 45 years now. (Sid, the feline that currently manages our household, is going strong in his 19th year despite the fact that he is a bit gimpy, a tad hard of hearing, and down to his last eye.) I read lots of articles about cats, perhaps hoping that I’ll learn something that will help me break free.
Anyway, this particular article was about a cat who miraculously survived an ordeal in the Yellowstone National Park vicinity. It seems that this long-haired tabby named Fluffy went missing last August 1 while the Ayers family was trailer-camping at a campground near Horse Butte, which is near West Yellowstone and not far from the park’s west entrance. The Ayers had to return to Houston without her. Since the Yellowstone ecosystem includes a wealth of predators, they figured that Fluffy had met her fate. They thought that a coyote probably got her. Coyotes are hell on housecats.
Imagine the Ayers’ surprise and delight when they were contacted in mid-November, three and a half months later, and told that Fluffy had turned up at Horse Butte, unharmed and still wearing her harness, collar, and ID tag.
The people who spotted Fluffy and were eventually able to live-trap her figured that she had found a snug hidey-hole in a garage or something. It’s also logical to assume that she found food by hanging around houses and accepting the kindness of strangers (though she wouldn’t let anybody get near her).
But how on earth had she managed to dodge the coyotes, foxes, owls, hawks, eagles and bears? This is a cat that is judged to be the less intelligent of the two felines in her Houston household. This is a cat whose owners (whoops; I mean staff) describe her as a “snuggle-bud” who loves to be held like a baby. This is cat that is named “Fluffy,” for crying out loud! You would think that the highly competent wolf-dodging coyotes in the West Yellowstone area would be downright embarrassed to admit that this one got away.
Postscript: A very nice lady named Anne Kinney escorted Fluffy the Snuggle Bud on the flight to Houston. I will bet my last dime that the damn cat didn’t have a “thank you” thought in her head.