Remember how I mentioned a while back that I have been feeding the neighbor’s cat on my porch due to renovations at her house? Just now I heard a series of sort of odd thumps on the porch, which I thought might be Porch Cat knocking something over.
I opened my front door and there, literally sitting on my welcome mat, was a raccoon. Our eyes met. I gasped and slammed the door shut. I stood there for a moment, processing.
And then, dear reader, my first thought was of you: I went to my desk and grabbed my camera and went back outside.
It turned out to be three raccoons. Young ones, by the looks of it. Masked bandits, on the raid for unsecured cat food.
Adorable, yes, but raccoons kill chickens in the most gruesome ways you can imagine. (Also, rabies.) So they need to, like, not be here.
Hopefully they were just moving through, and will move on to better pastures. I took up the cat food and called the neighbor to let her know we will need to make a new arrangement once she gets home from work.
(I’m feeling better today, by the way, and thank you for the commiseration!)