Comstock Chronicles

the cat and the coyote

The sound of a dog’s bark and a cat’s screech, jolted Phil and I from our sleep a few mornings ago. We leapt out of bed and flew to the window to see what was going on. The kerfuffle sounded like it was coming from right outside our bedroom window.

“A coyote’s got the cat!” I shouted. And we raced out into our side yard.

About three weeks ago, a young gr…