Mysterious night prowler

Photo credit to Sally Jane

We were visited on Wednesday by a mysterious prowler in the night. Big. Hungry. And bold. Even stalwart Kelly (my dog) was not a match for this battle of wits. The reason for the visit? That tantalizing bowl of dog biscuits sitting on the porch - an open invitation to hungry cats and birds to help themselves to the biscuits Kelly deemed beneath her to eat while she emotionally blackmailed begged us to buy her chicken rice to end her hunger strike. And the prowler? One very big and bold tabby cat, a newcomer to the street. Heh.

We were first alerted to his presence by an unearthly yowl issuing from our front porch just before 11.30pm. Then a second yowl followed by the sound of Kelly's claws clicking on the floor as she raced to protect her food. Naturally being concerned for Kelly's wellbeing the kaypoh that I am, I opened the door to see what was happening and saw... the bold intruder, looking as comfortable as you please, perched on the fence, out of Kelly's reach. (I'm now wondering why I didn't reach for the camera immediately to snap off a shot or two.) His tail twitched as he considered if it was worth it to jump down and attempt for the biscuit bowl. And what was Kelly doing? Looking everywhere but up as she tried to locate the intruder. *slaps forehead*

In the end, we kept the bowl of biscuits and the prowler vanished silently into the night. So anti-climax, hor?