....by a cat. This is true - in our apartment in Sayulita there is a cat - sort of no one's cat - and apparently the last guests named her Phoebe. (This is fun because Lili has a very good friend also called Phoebe).
Now Phoebe the cat rules the place here. She jumps on the counters in our awesome outdoor kitchen searching for food, and moans very loudly outside our bedroom in the morning reminding us of our duty to provide her breakfast. And she would eat all day, thank you very much.
Looking at the garbage can with wishful eyes - the empty cat food jar is in there. Who knows what kind of theories a young cat brain can create out of that?