My sainted ****** has taken to leaving milk out for five feral cats that hang around the front porch. I'll get a picture of them when they're not too skittish.
Mea culpa, mea culpa. She is, like me handicapped, her back legs are "wobbly", she was born with this, and so she can't really run, and absolutely can't jump on anything. She even climbs the couch.