The New Cat

Right about dusk everyday, I go out to the barn to feed all my critters .  As soon as I stepped out of the house into the garage today, I observed several things... The main garage door was open and our new cat, Cymric was not sleeping on his heated bed.  The most awful ruckus was coming from the guinea fowl pen.  I thought to myself, "I bet our new cat has gone to the barn to visit the guinea fowl."  Upon entering the barn, the guinea fowl shrieks were deafening.  I looked around for Cymric. I thought I spied him hiding under a bench behind the backside of the guinea fowl pen.  As I started to walk closer, I realized the cat was not Cymric.  My second thought was, "That is a big kitty." My third thought, as I realized it was growling at me was, "That kitty is a bobcat!"  I made a hasty retreat back to the house.  Not because I was frightened, mind you.  No, I wanted to get my camera!   Cymric thankfully had never left the garage.  He was napping on the sleeping bags stored up on the high shelf.