Mrs. Bobcat and her two pre-teen bob-kits sauntered past Tillie’s house about a month ago. I was preparing lunch in Tillie’s kitchen when they walked along the walkway right beneath the kitchen windows. My pastrami sandwich nearly fell out of my hand. I took the basement stairs two at a time, grabbed my camera and flew out of the door to the lower driveway. By that time, all I could see was three sets of pointed ears trotting along the edge of the parking lot. I snapped away, getting a picture of nothing, then ran down the hill. The parking lot was empty. But my head was full of the image of those beautiful creatures, robed like kings.
— David J