(June 11, 2014 at 5:40 am)Rampant.A.I. Wrote: That same beloved childhood pet cat spent hours staking out the neighborhood raccoons, waiting for the moment they'd have their backs turned, to slink up and deliver a five-toed slap to the back of the head; only to flee in mother-of-god, all-that-is-holy, "did you see how pissed that one raccoon was? What the fuck did I just do?!" Wild-eyed derangement, only to slip in through the back door and continue taunting the raccoons through the glass slider.
That's kind of funny, because my wife and I feed a group of strays that live nearby, a regular group of about four that always show up, and they've been joined by a mama raccoon who comes around and helps herself, too. The cats never bother the raccoon. She's just one of the gang.
