I went into my garden the other day and made a gruesome discovery. My neighbor's cat, who has been a long-standing companion whenever I garden, had been killed by coyotes.
When I went to notify the neighbor of my disheartening find, I found a large bowl of kibble on the front porch, and nobody home. It was several days before the kitty's owner contacted me. She had been out of town and brightly asked, “Do you have my kitty?” Well, I did, and the kitty was dead.
As a lifelong resident of the foothills, I know to never leave out any kind of food that could attract coyotes, let alone leave my pets locked out. This poor, but certainly loved, cat was set up to be a coyote meal by the very humans upon whom she depended.