Puff is one of the neighborhood boys that became “mine” after last year’s hurricanes flooded out their previous caretakers a block south of me.

He’s a sweet and gentle cat that somehow always manages to keep all his fluff in perfect order.

I feed Puff (and his more cantankerous brother Jack) every morning in my carport but they get their water from the various bird baths in my front yard.

They each have their favorite, Puff’s is on the ground, tucked in the bushes near the bird feeder. That bird bath is also quite popular with my local raccoon family- as Puff discovered the other night.

Watching my camera highlights, I wondered why he was in such a hurry to get out of there, a couple seconds later I saw the reason… 🦝🦝🦝