Angry Cat

Monday morning was gray with a hazy fog. I am cruising down to the river, with my head in the clouds and not seeing much of anything, when I came 'round the last big bend and was 20 meters from the river, maybe and heard a real loud angry growl. It sounded like a cat, for sure, but big and really pissed. I howled again and a third...maybe a fourth time. I was standing still in my tracks by this time. I had my little wimpy light on but it was not cutting through the gray. I thought I saw something just across the front of the bridge, but not sure. The more I think and replay the more I am thinking it was a bobcat, but still I understand one does not want to tangle with an angry bobcat. So being the sensitive and intelligent being that I am I decided that was where I would turnaround this morning.
Very cool, but it still makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Here kitty kitty...