I’m sitting here at my desk at the “Bugout” house in Pennsylvania. It’s 7:02 PM EDT and already pitch-black outside.
I have the windows open to air out the house. Â
Suddenly, I hear one of the feral cats that my mom used to feed – and which I still feed – Hissing and whining LOUDLY on the front porch.  I get up and walk to the window.
I see a white and gold cat – usually seen at my neighbors house — trotting away from my house down the wood walkway.  He must have come over to try to eat MY feral cat’s food on the porch. I walk out on the porch and give a Roar” to scare him away.
He knows I don’t like him and don’t want him here, so when I come around, he runs!
When I roared, he took off like lightning.
With that, I hear this loud…
