Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Coon Huntin
This week has been a rough week. Tonight after the finale of The Biggest Loser as my mother and I toddled off to bed she walks past the back door and lets out a horrible gasp. There was a HUGE raccoon on our back porch! Raccoons = cat killers. We have had enough of that for one week, so Mom and I decided to take action into our own hands. We made a lot of noise, shined lots of lights, made some more noise, and then she sent me out to snatch the cat food. I have to do some backtracking here. We do not normally have cat food on the back patio, however, we had a cat until last week that had a huge heart for strays. I joke not. J.C. was a friend to the homeless. This cat that we have been feeding was a friend of J.C.'s that is extremely skittish. Although this cat was very hungry, he was also very afraid of people. So, J.C. would sit by him, as a kind of mediator, letting him know it was okay to relax enough to eat. Mom also has a very soft spot for throw-aways. Between her and J.C. we had no choice but to feed this little guy and feed him we have! But now, this food has attracted unwanted visitors. We will continue to feed our little guy under a careful watch to be sure that no one is sitting at the table uninvited! Coon, beware!!
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Oops. I meant, raccoon.
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