Can cats fall in love with raccoons? Maybe, maybe not;)…
He looks out the sliding glass door, waiting for her to come, like a mournful teenager, we’ve all been there…right? Trying to catch the eye of that one person you would really like to meet? Unfortunately, Rocket can not differentiate between the three small raccoons we have patrolling the area, looking for spent bird seed, unattended jars of oriole jam and just about anything else they an get those long figure raccoon hand son! One likes him, sort of, the other carbon copy sibling, took a rush at him from behind the glass the other night as it came up on the deck and he looked astonished! How could she? Threaten me? Poor guy, he looks heartbroken and now growls at all of them!
The one knows our voices. Mike made a friend for life by tossing her a couple of dried dates and a cookie…she will never leave I told him!
I heard a loud metallic crash outside in the early afternoon and went out to investigate and found this young lady…Having pulled down the bird suet feeder she was helping herself. “It’s tasty…whaddya mean it’s not for me?” she seemed to say. I had to wrestle it , literally, away from her. So there was no posturing or fear, just her pulling the feeder one way, me the other…sigh…out muscled by a young raccoon nearly! “But I want it!” was the look I got as I hung it up way out of her reach! I did give her a peace offering of some cracked corn before going back in, “Healthier!” I said “Now go forage!”
In the morning, as I was making my coffee, I caught her pole dancing rather unsuccessfully on my other feeder, a squirrel proof, maybe raccoon proof, but not bear proof feeder. It was an awkward moment she said as I sat down to watch her scrounging the seeds from under another feeder. The squirrels and chipmunks were not impressed! “First cats, now raccoons! Geez! She’s eating MY seeds!” they seemed to say.
She heard a car on the gravel and started into the forest, somewhat startled as I admired her magnificent tail, good taste Rocket! Then she turned around and slowly wandered up to where I was sitting, and sniffed the toe of my shoe! I told her I was not really that edible, too tough, so she might want to check elsewhere for food! The Red Bellied Woodpecker was nattering at her as well as she eyed the suet feeder I had hung up. “I am NOT sharing my suet breakfast with you, you smelly masked raccoon!” She stood on her hind legs, sniffing, the suet, my coffee? “Damn, that smells good you ill tempered red bellied woodpecker! Ever heard of sharing?!” she seemed to be asking! Ha! She finished her corn and with a backwards look, wandered into the forest from where she came.
Rocket, devasted by his rebuttal and brush off had a glorious nap in the sun…all was forgotten.
and they lived happily ever after;) The lout, the lady and the gentleman! We’ll catch up on birds next time. Saludos from the Traveling Mewberries!
