THE VISITOR

For the past few months we've found...shall we call them "gifts"...on our front porch almost every morning.

They are the kind of gifts you don't want to step in.

And they stink.

And you should flush them down the toilet.

At first we were sure there was a cat hanging around during the night.

Then one day we came home and found

this little guy:

We've named him "Mr. Pooh".

For obvious reasons.