Music:Gone Fishing - Róisín Murphy KEXP Song of the Day Podcast
Evidence of Coon
Late last night, after I'd already gone to bed, I heard a ruckus on the front porch, but was too tired to go check if my resident cats were squabbling over the food pan's contents or if I were being invaded by coons or possums. None of the traps are currently set, so either could be true without dragging myself out of bed when I was almost asleep and knowing that I had a lot of irons in the fire here today to deal with, I chose to roll over.
Sometime after 6 this morning, when I fumbled my half-awake way through the mandatory early morning chores, I noted that the metal cat food pan looked as if it had been licked clean.
Cats always leave bits too small to bother with. Coons clean the entire thing. 'Nuff said.