I just got raided by a family of raccoons. The frickin' things were in my kitchen while I sat back here at the computer. I heard Cleo complain, but she wasn't doing her territorial death warble so I thought nothing of it. Then I heard more of a ruckus that sounded like she was tangled up between the cat flap in the screen door and the running fan that partly blocks it, so mommy went running to the rescue. At first all I noticed was her empty dish in the middle of the floor. I headed for the door intending to give my naughty kitty a little what for until I saw the whole bag of cat chow that was wedged in the opening where the cat flap ought to be. That finally clued me in, and I peered through the gap to see a masked, furry face right on the other side, the little bandit. I shooed it, snatched the bag, slammed the door and did a slightly frantic search to be sure there were no more wild animals in my house and no scared kitty trapped outside with them.
Found Cleo under my bed, thankfully, and mama's not hanging out looking for any missing babies. I spotted at least one out there with her. I've seen her with as many as four in other years, and she's ripped off the cat flap before but never made it inside. At least, not that I know of. :-\
Raccoons are just way too smart. I wonder if she tried to get the bag clip off before deciding to steal the whole bag. I'm pretty glad I didn't get there when she was still inside, that could have been a whole other ruckus. Anyone else ever found a critter in the house (besides
baranduin's possum)?