My neighbor, Dan, went out-of-town for the weekend, and his daughter would drop by and check on the cat. The cat had a ‘dumbdoor’ - the catdoor equivalent of a dumbphone. The cat would spend her evenings neatly and precisely lining up dead rodents under the foot stool of Dan’s recliner.
That weekend, the cat chose me to be Dan’s proxy and left me a couple of dead rodents smack-dab in the middle of my front porch, perfectly aligned with the welcome mat…
