A little black kitty born feral had hitched a ride in my neighbor’s daughter’s car’s engine compartment and came over for a snack on my front porch when it got dark.

She wanted to stay so i prepared an upstairs bedroom to keep her separated from my other kitties until she could get tested and vaccinated.

During this time she was the only one in the room and my wife brought her a little saucer of milk and placed it on the carpet under the corner of this table she liked being under.

i went up a little while later to check on her and bent down to look under the table. i didnt find the kitty, but i found pieces of the saucer that had been shattered into thirteen pieces and scattered all through the room.

There were pieces under the bed and in the bed under the covers and under the pillow. There were pieces in the farthest corner of the room by the air conditioner. Three of the pieces had disappeared altogether. They were found in plain sight under the table the next day.

There is no way an nine ounce kitty could shatter that dish like that. She must have had company that day that we didnt know about.