In the dead of night, before the crescent moon rose, there was a rustling in the bushes outside my window. Since one of the cats was out on the front porch, I decided that I'd better take a look to see what was stirring. Then, it sounded as though something fairly large might be climbing the tree, possibly a raccoon. Turning off the light in my room, I shone a flashlight out the window. There, about eight feet away, was a large doe. She turned her head to look at the source of the light, but didn't run. I said "Hello, deer!" She continued to look at me for a moment, and then walked off across the lawn to the flower bed, where she proceeded to decimate the pansies. After a while, she departed with a belly full of flowers, leaving her small, triangular hoof prints in the moist earth.
When I opened the door, after the doe had gone, the cat rushed in and treated me to a good two minutes of meowing as she told me all about it. The other cat had been in my room the whole time, and when the deer first made noise, briefly perked up her ears, but then went back to napping once she realized what it was. She is quite jaded about deer. Why one cat considers deer to be worthy of a lengthy conversation, and the other doesn't consider them worth interrupting a pleasant snooze for, I don't know.
Today is a holiday, so the appearance of a deer on the lawn will probably turn out to have been the most interesting thing to have happened all day. Since it's all downhill from here, I guess I'll go to sleep and miss all the boredom. Heh. I have something in common with each of the cats.