Den in his jammies. 2am. Outside. Middle of winter.
I caught a dozen meal worms in the dark by trawling my figers through the bran and grabbing any wriggling tubular things I could feel, but at 2am in the middle of winter I stopped feeling anything after a while. I went back into my room, which oddly enough felt warm now, and piled the dead worms into the dish.
Maddie growled at me then fell head-first into the worm pile. I went to sleep to the sounds of happy crunching. This morning Maddie was hanging from the roof, asleep and considerably fatter.