It was foggy early this morning when I looked out the window. There in the fog near the shed was The Stalker. The fat gray and white cat was inching slowly and carefully towards the shed. The cat stopped so it wouldn’t startle its prey. Then cautiously and with stealth, the cat crept towards its target. Slowly. Staying low on its haunches. Never taking its eye off its intended breakfast.
I laughed when I realized the cat was stalking the armadillo trap. Sadly, the trap was not set and there was no bait. Sorry, Stalker. I would have a picture of the intrepid feline, but I told Olde Dog and his Man about it, and they went out to say hey.