There was a rascally raccoon on my catio tonight. It came right up to my patio-door window, looked me square in the eyes, and tried to get in.
I leaped at the window in fury cursing and howling with all my might.
My Middle-Cat spotted the raccoon and called for the Big-Cat. He came running and threw things at the big furry beast (which appeared to be about 30 pounds of fury). When that didn't work, the Big-Cat grabbed his hockey stick and chased the raccoon out of the yard and up a tree.
The Big-Cat kept swinging the hockey stick like he was going after a pinata; so the raccoon leaped into a tall hedge...which is when the neighbour's dog entered into the picture and started barking like a mad dog.
The raccoon turned tail and ran for the hills.
I have never been so glad to hear a dog bark before.
I hope the raccoon never comes back...he was so big, he looked like he could have eaten me as a snack.
A scary evening for sure!!