CrispyPastas

  I’ve got a cat problem.  I spotted one hiding in my hostas a few weeks ago – just a little tabby cat.  Even though I know better, I put out a bowl of water on the back deck.  This summer’s been a scorcher, and I felt bad for the little guy.  I didn’t see that one again, but I wake up to an empty water bowl every morning now. I saw a fat orange one running along the fence the next week, and a little black one under the deck a few days later.  I think there’s gotta be more because that water bowl’s pretty big.   I was worried about finding number twos all over the yard, but I haven’t seen any yet.  Maybe they found somebody else’s yard to do their business in.   The problem is the presents.  I’ll wake up and find a dead bird or chipmunk on my back porch.  Sometimes I’ll go to sweep them into the dustpan and find out they’re not quite dead after all.  Some mornings, I'll find bits of trash, too – an old ball of tin foi...