My Sister is here for her monthly visit to Mom. Pam, Alex, and I were sitting finishing dinner when we heard a crash from the back yard. I looked out the window, but couldn't see what had fallen -- knocked over by one of the feral cats who call our back yard home. A few minutes later we heard the sound of something being moved around back there. There had been talk of a 7 to 9 burglar in our area, so we were more than mildly curious.
I flipped on the patio lights and tried once more to see what was causing the disturbance. Suddenly a face appeared just outside the window near the table. A large round face wearing a black Halloween mask. A furry face with pointed ears attached to a good sized body.
We prefer that they not hang out in our back yard (although we know they do) so I bravely ventured out there, armed with my trusty broom. One doesn't accost wild animals unarmed. By the time I reached the patio the four legged bandit was gone. We will have to remember to feed the ferals earlier so that no food remains to attract nocturnal visitors.
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