Mommy Carlacita waits and watches at the end of the porch, before
calling her kitties to dinner. Even after she thinks the coast is clear, she
looks over her shoulder ... there at the edge of the woods,
that's who she's keeping a watchful eye on. (Me, too...)
And he usually comes to clean-up any scraps left behind ... in spite
of my banging on windows, shouting, slamming doors or shaking a broom
at him. Sigh. Guess he needs a little food, too.