There's a cat that lives at my station. It's a white cat with a name like snowball, or snowflake or something like that. Every night one of the production folks brings out cat food and water (although I'm not sure they're required to do it). And, it has a little plastic igloo out in the shrubbery.

As cute as this little cat might be, I'm not fooled. I've seen the carnage left in it's wake. Last week there was a dead squirrel by the front door. Marla freaked out when she saw it. And this wasn't just an ordinary little squirrel - it was almost as big as the cat. Last night there was a dead bird by the door - and another one a few feet away - although it might've been parts from the first bird (it was that massacred), I'm not sure.

So, if you're thinking of coming to our station late at night to engage in some tomfoolery (or monkeyshines), I'd advise against it. That cat is out there...waiting to pounce.