Here’s one for your cat mystery.

About three years ago I noticed a large pile of dung on the unpaved driveway a little way from our house. It was as large as a dog’s “pile” and the smell of urine would knock you over if you got closer than 10 feet.  There were claw marks from a paw as big as my hand in the hard ground indicating that attempts had been made to cover the dung. It had to be cat scat but are there big cats on the island? If so, I’ll bet that the Chamber of Commerce doesn’t want anyone to know about it.

We called Animal Control who referred us to the state official who refused to come out to investigate saying that there are no big cats on the island. But Mr. Downs said that if we wanted, we could take the scat to the vet up on the hill in town for his inspection. OK, with clothespin on nose, I put it in a “baggy” and took it into town. No doubt we took it to the same vet you took your cat head to with similar results. After filling out all the forms and waiting three days, the official diagnosis: “Common house cat scat.”

I sure felt dumb… for taking it to a vet with ties to the Chamber of Commerce.

Al Williams

Oak Harbor