Cats run.
Skunks amble amiably. Never seen one scared, and I think they rarely would be, so I dunno.
I was coming around the corner of the house this evening to turn on the hose when a streak of black and white raced away while I tried to figure out what I’d just seen: there are no cats that live in that direction, and if there were, it would know a dog lives in the yard it just ran towards. A big dog with opinions and a voice. They do not have a cat.
There was no bark. It must have been inside.
Even if none of the immediate neighbors has one, I’m going to have to still guess that was someone’s cat with the back paws slightly crossing mid-leap away.
Okay, typed that, thought, well, c’mon, let’s find out then, and found a video of a skunk running.
Even in that heartbeat of a glimpse the tail of the thing I saw wasn’t that poofy. So there you go. Not a pole cat.
I wonder how many people have told the owner their pet looks like a skunk.