Meet the new patron of the Vulpine Snack Bar.
He's quite regular: nightly between around 1950 and 2020. He gets the same offerings—pizza bones, the occasional
salmon skin, a bit of mozzarella that’s just about to turn. The difference is
that he washes everything in the water bowl I keep out for the ground feeders.
Also, for some reason, he steps in the bowl and kind of
wallows around.
I may need to set out a wider bowl.
And it's now the Vulpine and Procyon Snack Bar.
©2025 Bas Bleu
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