The porcelain cat food bowl was closer to me and still had some scraps in it, too, and I thought the skunk might go for that bowl after finishing with the first, but it merely sniffed the ground around the first bowl and then turned around and headed for the fence. One of the feral cats was approaching, and apparently the skunk didn't want to encounter it. I was very happy to see that act.
As it departed, the skunk waddled noticeably. It was the fattest skunk I've ever seen. Most likely it get plenty of food from various pet bowls in various yards about town. Tonight I made sure the cat bowls were empty before dark. The cats don't seem too happy about it, and neither did the two big raccoons who visited a while ago. But I'm happy not to have the skunk hanging around out there. The cats can eat again tomorrow.
I'm going to eat right now. I finally got around to baking some potatoes, and they are almost ready. They will go nicely with Stephen Colbert (to watch on television,not to devour.) Television was disappointing last night, as Concast's guide lied. There were no English people murdering one another after all. Curse you, Comcast! Bad service, high prices, and lies. You're worse than a skunk.