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HUGE cat....
Aug. 23rd, 2004 11:40 amSo. Last night when I finally turned in sometime around four in the morning, I heard one of my cats clawing at the back door. I was doing a Rurouni Kenshin puzzle (birthday present, a thousand pieces, and frankly, a fairly calming activity... okay, time to digress. I tend to sit and do the puzzle in a rather annoying fashion: puzzle piece, puzzle piece, run through Harry/Draco drabble dialgoue in my head, puzzle piece, jump up, run to computer to type drabble at some godforsaken hour when I should be in bed, sit back down, puzzle piece, puzzle piece, Harry/Draco head conversation, etc., etc.).
Anyway.
My cat is clawing at the back door. Now, seeing as our neighbors are out for the week (that is where he often sleeps), I go to let him in... and catch sight of a HUGE cat running behind him through the backyard fence. My kitty jumps quite visibly when I turn on the light, and rushes inside once the door is open. I figure they've just been fighting, seeing as how that other cat is all puffed up and big and all... And then it turns around, and I realize it's not a cat at all. IT'S A BLOODY RACCOON.
I live in SACRAMENTO. We have opossums. We have squirrels. We have crazy chattering birds and crazy skittering rodents. But raccoons?? No. I was the one who jumped visibly that time. My poor kitty must have been rather frightened. For his part (or her part?) the raccoon considered me owlishly through the fence, and then wandered off. Cute, if I hadn't been so startled.
Anyway.
My cat is clawing at the back door. Now, seeing as our neighbors are out for the week (that is where he often sleeps), I go to let him in... and catch sight of a HUGE cat running behind him through the backyard fence. My kitty jumps quite visibly when I turn on the light, and rushes inside once the door is open. I figure they've just been fighting, seeing as how that other cat is all puffed up and big and all... And then it turns around, and I realize it's not a cat at all. IT'S A BLOODY RACCOON.
I live in SACRAMENTO. We have opossums. We have squirrels. We have crazy chattering birds and crazy skittering rodents. But raccoons?? No. I was the one who jumped visibly that time. My poor kitty must have been rather frightened. For his part (or her part?) the raccoon considered me owlishly through the fence, and then wandered off. Cute, if I hadn't been so startled.
