Those Darned Kids

Well Blackie had a bit of excitement yesterday. Some young kids visiting the neighbors seemed to find nothing wrong with wandering around my carport looking for trouble. Hairy stayed by the bench and either didn't attract their attention or were not the focus of their interest at any rate. Then they proceeded on to my front door where Blackie was laying, minding his own business.

Now mind you the kitties aren't easily bothered by dogs, opossums, ducks, or much of anything (outside of thunder) until it seems to be a threat. But Blackie took off running as these kids approached. Oddly, as I sprung up from my chair the kids took off in the opposite direction. I'm not sure why. I don't recall a parent calling for them but like Blackie they seem to have gone into hiding themselves.

About an hour later Blackie came strolling back to his spot by my front door and all was well again in kittie land. Hairy basically stayed where she was through the whole ordeal. She's pretty easygoing and friendly. She just loves attention from anyone. This got me to thinking of something I'd never before considered. I wonder what I'd do if some brat kid like that harmed one of the kitties? Or really what could anyone do for that matter? I don't know. I just don't know! Especially if I were already in a bad mood I'm not sure what I would do.

I considered going out to have a nonthreatening talk with the kids, but decided against it out of concern that they would instead consider it an open invitation to come and use my yard whenever they cared to, which I do not want them to do. Besides trying to get the landscaping going some of their friends have been caught on camera throwing rocks at Blackie and Hairy. Honestly I was almost tempted to return to sender, if you know what I mean? ;-)

I mean I'm not a bad person. I don't HATE kids, though all that rambunctious squealing and knack for finding trouble does get under my skin. Still, when I was younger kids kind of liked me. But I just don't remember kids both back in my day or even years ago being this unruly and they certainly didn't curse like a drunken sailor on a 3 day pass.

So I'm in a quandary. Common sense tells me to make peace to avoid a war. I am reminded of the poet's words, "good fences make good neighbors." LOL