Sweet Catastrophe

I’ve accepted that a few strays would be dipping into Smokey’s food–especially when I got lazy and stopped bringing in the bowl at night. I heard shuffling last night that was definitely louder than Smokey, so I decided to take a peek at what was out there.

I could only get funny-angled shots through the window since I knew it’d run–and run it did as soon as I put a single finger on the doorknob. It was nowhere in sight!