Once upon a time there was a quirky TV show called Northern Exposure. The sets were iconic and so were the cast members, especially the Moose who wandered Main Street from time to time. Instead of wayward moose, I have bears. They wander thru my town, poop in my yard, and usually drive my cats crazy. One cat in particular, my small, fat, often startled by her own whiskers and afraid of everything, Queen Margot. Let me add that despite all her fear and nerves, she is a very opinionated feline. She knows what is hers and guards it with great fierceness.Where I enjoy seeing a bear outside my window, Margot does not. She sees a rival. Not a giant, scary beast with teeth that is 20 times her size and weight. No. She sees a trespasser and then she sees red. Margot is my bear alarm and the neighborhood security system. A bear wanders into the side yard and before he can steal my bird seed and leave giant poop patties behind, Margot is at the window doing her best feline opera rendition of Wag...