Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 30, 2022

Thideaux will be foraging in the back yard when Margo sees what he did to the trash can.

He’s been a tad too successful according to that tummy.

It also can give one a nasty case of Montezuma’s Revenge depending on how often the trash is emptied.

One way to get a balanced diet.

Hmmm, is that what I’ve been doing on those midnight refrigerator raids? Well, I certainly feel accomplished.

“Those people are so wasteful. They throw out some of the best food.”

“A sense of accomplishment”?

Nah… that’s a load of garbage.

That’s my new pup. He tries to eat everything.

Obviously his weight gain is not cause by bowl food?

And later, a rousing game of hide-and-seek…

HERK!

Cabinet door should be right hinged

It’s not only a sense of accomplishment, it’s a sense of daring.

A small but fully grown black cat has been “raiding” my cats food for a couple of years. I had been calling her “Ninja” because she has to sneak past my cats and then in through the cat flap without my noticing. I chase her out when I see her. She’s not particularly hungry; I found out recently she has a nice home with unlimited access to food on the other side of the block. It’s foraging, proficiency training and a game all rolled into one. Cat sport.

I’ve grown to like her. She perfectly understands that I will feed her but I don’t want her in the house. However, the way she understands it is that I dont’ want her in the house when I’m looking .