Caught in the act.

OK, I know it's wrong. I know it's bad. But what cat lover can resist feeding a few strays and other neighbourhood cats? I do it on the sly so Yoshka won't catch me - but the game's up. She knows. And now she lies on my wife's desk all day, watching me carefully as I try to sneak out into the back garden with a few nibbles for the others. Sometimes I'll just finish putting down a handful of food and I look up - and there she is, stood up on the desk, her nosy little face glowering at me.