It appears there are coyotes running wild in our neighborhood. In fact, a few weeks ago, a coyote was trailing me one morning. My owner saw him, yelled and chased him way. I wish he’d given me a shot at him. My two remaining fangs were poised to sink into that doggy’s butt.
I am told my imprisonment is for my own safety, but I’d like to go toe to toe with that stupid mutt. I look out the window and see other cats and small dogs romping in the great outdoors and I’m seeing green. If the coyotes are so tough, why are those other pets all safe outside? Maybe I’m a bigger tastier morsel.
I ask my readers to make comments and send suggestions regarding control of the coyotes. I miss strolling through my streets, where I once was king of the ‘hood. I want my freedom!!