Missing Moon

The ferocious cat Moon, eighteen years old and fearsome, went missing last Saturday. This morning I saw three turkey vultures flapping on Teresa's dock so I asked Tom and he said yes, they had found Moon's body in the rough reeds around the lagoon, led by the vultures.

So, vultures have their uses.

Last I saw Moon was 9.30 Saturday night and there he was, asleep in the middle of the road as usual, and showed no signs of stirring when Buckley ran up to him. Absolutely intrepid, he will be missed.