Ignoring the mobbing crows above

This is our neighbour cat, named with the same name as our late cat, Minnie, but of a very different disposition. This Minnie is two or three years old and has never crossed into our garden -- until today.

As part of the disposition of Our Minnie's estate, we've been feeding the crows with her leftover cat food. They like it and it is apparently as nutritious for birds as for cats. This morning I opened a tub of cat treats for the crows, put some out, and went off to my reading.

Twenty minutes later I heard the crows mobbing and cawing in the trees. Looking out and expecting a hawk or a raven to be what they were mobbing, I saw Next-Door Minnie face-and-eyes into the crow food.

For a couple of minutes I took pictures; she ate and looked up at me over and over, worried I might scold her. I didn't.

Finished, she turned around and started to walk away. But first she turned her head back at me, licked her chops -- a thank-you? -- and then finally went on her way.

The crows never stopped their chorus of caws at her. Or maybe at me. I think they may feel cheated.