Good morning

Good morning. It's 5:20 am and I'm back from my walk with Alice. I don't know what a bobcat sounds like, but I swear I heard one, or something like it, screeching and wailing in the woods not far from us. Later, I thought I heard a deep, low growl coming from an open garage. Too dark to see, but unsettling. It raised Alice's hackles too. We increased our pace.