Every night I throw out one of these for the foxes. I chop it up into pieces and any old cat food goes in as well.
I also put out a couple of bits of bread and jam because I like them to get used to it in case I have to dowse it in mange drops at any time.
Last night when I went out into the kitchen to give them all the last meal, this was on the kitchen floor.
As you can see there is a cat tongue size bit missing from the middle of the bread.
Someone has carried this carefully through the cat flap and had a good old lick at the butter and jam.
Of course they all looked suitably innocent and I have no way of knowing who the thief was but if I had to bet I would say Polly.
In her life before choosing us as a permanent home she was a stray and I guess she got used to eating just about anything she could find.
It gave me a smile anyway.
Things haven't been all smiles here lately, thus no posts, but I think we are once again back to normal.