Raccoons infiltrated the house again last night. I await a report from feline security on this intrusion. Skyler must have been sleeping with his human actuator, who returned from Pennsylvania yesterday. And Pooka, I expect, noted those masked bandits from the second floor garden box, slouching towards the house, and decided to leave well enough alone.

Preliminary assessments seem to indicate that the purpose of their operation was the identification of a canister of dry cat food, the containment breech of said canister, resulting in the clandestine acquisition of said cat food.