Lol, OuT. I love racoons, when they stand up, you look at their hands, the have
opposable tumbs. Just like us...
I have a possum story, (yes, we have 'em in L.A.) but it's not as good as these racoons who visit here. These 'coons are wild, yes, but they do seem to understand the "rules"...they come in the cat door, (they have to sque-e-e-e-ze now that I replaced it with a smaller one) and they go after the cat food.
The sofa where I watch TV is diagonal to this door, and there are French doors besides.
Many's the night when their little bandit faces show up, peering through the glass, their wide open hands scrabbling in supplication. I used to run 'em off, but recently I have developed a sort of affection for them. The cats hiss at them, and the racoons are respectful, believe it or not...but they are
on a mission...
Once the cats are done venting their leonine macho-ness they run upstairs. They may be cats, but they ain't stupid; these 'coons could take 'em easy.
The racoons come in, single file, and get a munchie. Then I get up and approach them, and they single-file right back out. All it costs me is a little cat food, I wash the bowls, and refill them.
In return, I get to watch these little marvels. They are amazing. They always wash their hands in the water bowl.
Such good manners!

