The black and white cat that has been seen frequently in our yard being bullied by our two feral outdoor strays has finally figured out how to nab some breakfast.
He sits patiently a minimum of four feet away from Remus and Nacho while they enjoy their fresh dishes of "tuna and whitefish dinner" and when Remus loses interest, he swoops in and practically inhales the portion left behind.
I might be more concerned about Remus going hungry if I hadn't seen him consume an entire sparrow this evening. Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom, right in my front yard. (I know I'm aging myself.)