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Originally posted by Spanky
Racoons. Not so amiable.
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Ah, this reminds me of the warm night last summer. I have a couple of stray kitties that I feed every day, and they more or less live in my front yard. Their names are Hello Pretty and Hello Kitty. Their dish is on the step right by my front Door. It was just after dusk, and I checked to make sure thay they had their dinner. I then realized that I had not checked the mail and I headed out towards the Mailbox. I heard something as I headed back in, and realized it was 3 small Raccoons using their little carnie-hand-like paws to shovel the kitty food into their mouths. They also haphazardly stuck their dirty paws in the Kitty water and spilled it from their dish. Unfortunately they stood directly between me and the door, so I couldn't go back in. I had recently mulched my flower beds and tried throwing mulch at them to get them to leave, and making noise, but they were not leaving until every last bit of cat food was in their little tummies. I apparently said FUCK loudly, and Mr. Chick looked out the window, saw my predicament, and opened the garage door so I could go inside. The kitties had been there watching the Raccoons take their food. After that, I stopped feeding the kitties after dark and just gave them a bigger helping in the morning and a small snack when I got home from work.
Other stories from the Chick front yard include emaciated puppies found, nurtured, and presumably destroyed after we took them to the SPCA and then wanted to adopt them back becuase we felt so sorry for them, which was not allowed because they don't adopt out pit bulls, first cat that I fed hit by a car in front of my eyes and buried in my flower bed, and injured dove put out of its misery.
