I finally have evidence! Evidence that will prove to my children that I am not going crazy! Maybe I should explain........we have two cats, one that is fat and lazy and usually stays in the house. The other cat is our outdoor, mouse, bird &
varmint hunting cat. Every morning I fill both of their bowls with cat food and they usually nibble throughout the day. But for the last couple of weeks I have noticed that the outdoor kitty seems to empty his bowl early in the day and then meows....begging for more. Almost like he is starving. So, I have been giving him more food in the early evening.......I don't want him to go to bed hungry.
Now here is where my children thought I was losing it. I mentioned to them that I thought
"something" was eating all of outdoor kitty's food. And apparently, I gave them that motherly look that said.....I know you did it. You know the look, the one that let's them know that they have been caught red handed. Well, I wasn't aware I gave them
that look. Nor did I know that when you say "someone" or "something" in kid language means.....I know it's you and I want you to fess up!
And apparently I had made this statement a few times. Enough that they were discussing amongst themselves that since I have turned 50, I am really losing it because how could I accuse them of eating cat food! Seriously, I didn't realize that I was causing such a stir. I just couldn't figure out what was happening! Until..........I remembered when I was younger and lived on a farm that we had nocturnal animals.......opossums, skunks, etc. come up on our porch and eat our dog's food. It took a little while, but finally the light bulb went off and I decided to set a little trap. So, I put out some extra kitty food and waited, camera in hand, I waited. Tonight I wasn't disappointed.........caught in the flash of the camera was our bandit.
And here he is..............
Here is the little bandit....hiding under what was the original farmhouse that still stands behind our house.
Isn't he cute?
Looking pretty
sneaky here.
I was really surprised how close I could get to take these photos.
He seems pretty happy to have a meal.
When I was younger, we had a pet raccoon. His momma had been
accidentally killed and the five babies needed homes, so we took one in and raised it. We called him Rocky. He would wash his food before he ate it and my sister and I would give him crackers to watch him wash them and see his face when they dissolved! Too funny!!
Until later,
♥ Toni