The human and the dog are loafing. Human is playing pointless games on its computer. Dog is snoozing in her nest behind the toilet. One of them on the far west side of the house; the other on the far east side.
All of a sudden:
ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF!!!!!!!!
Out of the back bedroom rings a frantic doggy-alarm…HOleee sheeut!
Human leaps to its feet, grabs a scimitar out of the steak-knife drawer, and proceeds post-haste to the back of the house, where Dog is indulging a little frenzy.
By the time I get down the hall, she’s calmed down.
Cat, I figure. The kitties get into cat-squabbles, thereby getting Ruby, who regards cats as her natural prey, akin to burglars, all doggy-exercised.
Peer through the bedroom drapes, lights off. Quiet out there. No sign of a cat. But…yes…here comes the cop helicopter.
But…
By damn, here comes another cop helicopter! Briefly. It moves on.
Those guys should set up a landing pad in our park. They could have a coffee shop out there, too.
Ruby remains doglarmed for awhile. I figure the whole flap is probably over one of Other Daughter’s cats, who frequently visit the yard. The remaining cop flies off to the north, there to hover over the dire slum above the canal. Let Ruby out in back. Now she seems unimpressed. She strolls around briefly and then comes back in the house.
The windows are all locked. The doors and their heavy-duty security screens are locked. The human is armed.
The dog? Snoozing on the bed.