Confessions

 You know about cats and clean laundry. When I take a load of laundry out of the dryer, I arrange something over it to protect from burrowing. The back side of a bathmat, or the wrong side of a bedspread or table cloth does the trick. Then I fold the laundry and replace the protective cover. I carry the basket to the landing at the top of the stairs, where it commands a view of the bedrooms, the stairs, the front door, and the living room. It is prime real estate. The cats take turns napping on it, and little harm is done because the laundry is protected from fur. Now, it just happens that sometimes the laundry doesn't get put away immediately, in which case napping on the covered laundry goes on for several days. It seems little enough to make the cats happy and have clean laundry at the same time. Plus, it gives our beds a break. With all the cat towers in the house, positioned near excellent window views, the cats still love the beds. I have to admit I love my bed very much too. 

Meanwhile, I have gradually come around to my husband's way of thinking about what has been happening to the bird food I put out in the backyard. Sometimes the food disappears from the feeders very quickly. 

He says we have a juvenile sasquatch visiting the backyard. Little Foot, our friends have dubbed him. I suppose it could be. We have deer, fox, bobcats, raccoons, possum, armadillos, hawks, owls, and who knows what other predators. 

In fact, a few weeks ago we witnessed a rampaging deer running from the side of the house into the woods. It was barking angrily, and in front of it was a small light-colored creature that appeared to have been the neighbors' orange tabby cat. The cat had been spending a lot of time in the yard. I haven't seen it in the yard since. Probably the sasquatch and the deer teamed up on it.