We'd gone out to enjoy the chilly night air while she 'relieved' herself and I took my camera and tripod to see if I could get a picture of the possum that was in the tree last night.
While I was fiddling around, getting a stiff neck and trying to do long exposures on the camera in the dark, she went inside. How sweet, I thought, she's turning into a softie and can't take the cold. I finally gave up on clever exposures and took a couple of flash photos, thinking of Penny snug inside the house.
And then I returned to the kitchen...
And then I smelled a smell...
And then I recalled that Penny had been sniffing around the edge of the nasturtiums while I was playing wildlife photographer...
And finally I recalled that she had buried part of her meal of raw rabbit carcass - last Saturday.
The rabbit was in her stomach by the time I came inside, but the aroma was still available for anyone with a working nose.
